Stay at Home Mom - Part One
by Titslave


      Mrs. Liz Cameron and her family had lived in this
upper middle class Indianapolis suburb for just six weeks.
They were comfortably situated on Pine Meadow Avenue in a
four bedroom tudor, and it was her domain all day long.  It
was a nice, upper middle class home among other nice, upper
middle class homes.  When her husband's company consolidated
its corporate functions in Indianapolis he had been
transferred from the East Coast to Indiana to head up the
company's information services function. Dale was travelling
only three days a week on the average, instead of the
constant out of town travel when they were in Baltimore, but
she was still anxious.

      They had agreed when they married eight years ago that
as soon as she became pregnant she would stop working
indefinitely.  So they adopted the traditional roles of
husband works and wife stays home and raises the children
and runs the house.  Being at home and raising the kids was
surprisingly hard work to Lizzy, and yet now that the girls
were in first grade their absence during much of the day
aggravated Lizzy's anxiety. She was biting her nails. She
even considered smoking.

      Back East she had thought she stored away forever some
deep, dirty needs.  Every day since they pulled at her, but
she had kept clear of the wickedness that had overcome her
one summer.  The move here had aggravated these impluses,
with just her at home during most of the day.....she knew
nobody here and was restless, bored, and lonely.  And the
drumbeat from that promiscuous chapter in her life was
growing louder.

      Dale and his charming wife had met in high school,
where she had excelled in theater and other performance
arts.  Her passion for performance caught Dale's eye, when
he wasn't practically living in the computer room or
competing in the chess club.  She was the best dancer in
high school, and throughout college loved to do things that
got her out in front of people.  She loved to use her
well-endowed body.  When the college she attended while Dale
was studying elsewhere put on a revivial of "Gypsy", she was
the natural choice.  A sophomore, she did the strip scene
passionately on the first night and word spread rapidly
around the campus.  The rest of the performances sold out.
Seats were filled with frat guys and jocks who normally
would never set foot in a theater.  On stage she felt their
energy and their lusty appreciation, and she discovered how
much she liked that kind of attention.  On the last night of
the show she went too far in the "Let me entertain you"
number and reve her bare, and very abundant, chest to the
audience.  The director was furious and she was thrown out
of the theater department at first, then reinstated.

      Liz had never spent a weekend night alone in college;
she was too attractive and loved to party.  After "Gypsy"
she had discovered that she had an insatiable appetite for
showing off her body.  She had four years of non-stop
partying, dating dozens of guys.  Dale knew little of this
side of her undergraduate life.  She was invited to frat
parties for two reasons:  she was the most stacked co-ed in
the school by far and she loved to dress provocatively.
Sexist and suggestive comments never offended her;  indeed,
at many of these parties she loved to pose in a tank or tube
top while hanging out among a dozen men and then show her
breasts to them at some point in the evening.  She wound up
with at least one jock each night and had sex until she
practically passed out.  She was young and sexy and loose.  

      But now, Mrs. Cameron celebrated her 35th birthday
with misgivings; she was convinced she was old.  She
reminisced about her college days and just shook her head.
Dale, when he was home, did little to help the situation
when she made comments about how old she looked.  "We all
age," he said as he sat at the computer, sending e mails to
people at work.  

      In fact, Liz was aging very little. Although now the
mother of six year old twin girls,  Dale's wife looked
almost like she did in college.  Her pretty face showed no
wrinkles.  Her shoulder length blonde hair was full of body
and curls,  and her legs were smooth and curvaceous - a
dancer's legs.  Her tummy was showing a slight expansion
from the birth of the twins.  Her round and firm breasts,
quite large to begin with, had swollen with nursing the
twins to a point where they bulged forward and to the sides
of her otherwise thin frame. They had never fully returned
to their comparatively smaller (or less large) size, and
buying bras had become a challenge - specialty sources on
the Internet were her only sources.  Her boobs were so big
that braless they pressed sideways against her arms and
reached her navel; when she sat and leaned forward they
pressed against her thighs and rested on them.  They were
still beautifully formed, full and with sizeable nipples
that pointed proudly ard when erect.  Her breasts gave her
back aches.

	And they were, to many men, incredibly attractive.

      Lately Dale was sexually distant.  "I guess I am
uncomfortable with how large your chest is," he even said a
couple weeks ago when she asked one night why he seemed less
interested than she did in lovemaking. This disturbed her
since he had been a slave to her boobs as of their first
date.  He always had glued his mouth to them when they
fornicated.  

      Compounding the problem, about a week after his
confession that he was "uncomfortable" with her large
breasts, he made a remark about her "udders".   This
happened when she wanted to tell him something about what
the twins had said in first grade, and uncharacteristically
began stuttering about it.   

      Looking down at her chest Dale said: "Maybe you
stutter because of your heavy udders. They're pulling on
your throat.  You have an udder stutter."  He began giggling
over his lame joke.  And that same week, when she had
suggested that they hang a rope swing for the twins to play
with in the back yard, Dale chuckled: "Let's hang one of
your bras.  Then the girls could swing at the same time,
maybe I could fit."  

      While she was smarting from Dale's indifference and
annoying humor, she increasingly noticed the opposite
reaction from other males.  She had always gotten plenty of
stares but for four years she had wanted to just appreciate
it at a distance.  Her reaction to stares at her chest
filled her with apprehension, because she wanted to behave
herself.  She was resisting the heat this attention gave
her.   

      It had been four years.  She had fought hard to be a
respectable mom and wife and wanted to avoid impulses that
had driven her wild - once.

      It was back in Baltimore.  She had the twins, then two
years old, in a large stroller for two and was pushing it
down the sidewalk on her street.  The July sun was hot, and
she had on khaki shorts and a tank top.  Every day for a
couple weeks she had passed a group of guys, half of whom
were college age or younger, who were working on a new house
being built right next door.  On this one afternoon they had
their shirts off and were sitting or standing around a truck
that was blocking her way.  

      She had noticed when she walked by them how friendly
they became each time she appeared.  This time they were
smiling and looking her way almost immediately after she
came out the driveway of her house.  

      She had found herself looking for them when she took
her kids out for a stroll.  She was bored, wondering what
she was doing in a marriage with two children.  She felt,
that day, very trapped.  One of the younger guys, a tall,
muscular, blonde college-age kid with a deep tan, said with
a smile as she approached them: "Hello again!  The lady with
the twin bundles of joy!"  Lizzy smiled: "That's me!"  She
stopped and looked at him. He walked up to the carriage and
glanced quickly at Meredith and Gina, asleep.  "You've got
two amazing works of art there," he smiled, his eyes
returning to hers, then falling to her chest.  The others
came over and gathered around her and her girls.  The blonde
young man looked at the others and said: "We really love to
see you walk by with your prized possessions."  The others
made affirmative remarks, "Definitely" or "yes sir."  

      "Sorry to block a beautiful lady like you with the
truck," a stocky guy said.  He backed the vehicle out; as he
was doing it Liz got the feeling the attention to her girls
was an excuse for something less paternal, and maybe it was
a gimmick for all of these guys to look her over.  The
blonde guy said, as she got a warm feeling of being the
center of attention , "we just love you and those two.
They're --- incredible."

      There was a smirking and funny feeling about the
comments that almost made Liz say something, and it occurred
to her that the comments were directed to her chest, which
was huge looking in her tank top, and not her children.  So
she stopped and for some reason Liz said, as she took out
her lipstick and began making up her lips, "so you gentlemen
really like my pair, huh?"  The blonde guy grinned: "Oh God
yeah."  Then after a weird moment of silence, as they
watched her apply the almost reddish-purple lipstick, she
coughed to clear her throat and smiled:  "do you guys also
like my daughters?" pointing down at her children.  

      She looked up at the guys, and raised her eyebrows.
She found the nerve to stare them down.  For a moment the
guys were expressionless, then the blonde guy said quietly,
a smile forming on his face: "Yeah. We like 'em.  We like
your daughters, but we really like your packed in tank top.
Right dudes?"  He looked at the others and they all chimed
in. "Your daughters must have been VERY well fed," the
blonde guy said, getting more bold.  Lizzy amazed herself
and smiled, then looked down at her chest and said: "Yeah,
they got some great meals out of me."  Hungry male eyes were
on her body.  "Were you big in the chest before you had
'em?" asked the stocky, bald guy who had moved the truck. He
was smiling and openly staring at her boobs. This was
wicked, talking about her breasts like this.  "When I turned
17, I went to a 40D, and by the time I had them I was about
a 44 DD," she said.  A few of the guys whistled. "Shit," one
of them said, "I've been dating this chick in my class at t
gh school, and she's 18, and you at 17 would have put her to
shame.  You must have been a popular lady in high school and
college."  "Yeah, very much so," Lizzy said, bathing in the
spotlight and feeling like she was back at school showing
off.  "You're totally popular now, with us," an older guy
said, with tatoos on him.  Most of the time he just stared
at her, unsmiling. The blonde boy-man kept it up: "Looks
like your nipples got a workout with your daughters.  We can
tell. They couldn't stay away from those extra big tits,
could they?"  The bald guy said: "OK, dude, keep it clean."
There was laughter.  And they looked at her for a reaction.

      She stared at the blonde guy and slowly perched her
hands into her sides so that her thumbs pressed into her
lower back and her shoulders pushed behind her.  "No, they
couldn't stay away from 'em."  Then, her voice quaking with
tension, she mumbled: "Could you?"  The blonde guy said:
"What was that?"  The bald guy yelled, grinning: "She said
'could you'?  All right!"  He pushed the blonde guy
playfully against a bobcat parked in the front of the
construction area.  Lizzy felt the undercurrent of an
approaching wave of excitement and nervousness and
impulsively retreated, barging down the sidewalk and up her
driveway.  "Bye!" she yelled, and they looked at her with
revved motors under their belts.

      The blonde guy called: "Need a hand with those two
bundles of joy?"  She smiled as she opened her front door.
"No thanks!"    As she turned and took each of her daughters
inside she heard some suggestive laughter.  As she put the
girls down for a nap she found that she had gotten a thrill
from this that she couldn't handle.  She was standing close
to a fire and had this lunatic urge to jump in.    

      During the nap she found herself watching the
youngsters next door through her  bedroom window.  She could
hear them.   "Yeah, school has got me crazy," one said.
"Well," the blonde kid said as they stood around having a
break within earshot of her window, "if you're stressed out
about it why not go see that chick next door and suck on her
bigass tits."  They all laughed.  "Great idea!" the first
one said, his mouth forming a wide smile, "Is she stacked or
what!"  Someone else chuckled: "Her body gets me so hard.
What a fuck she must be...."   The blonde kid said: "She
kind of came on to us today, getting out the lipstick and
going along with what we said about those watermelon tits."
"She didn't mind that, either.  Do you think she wants to
fuck?" the stressed out student wondered, in a serious tone,
pointing down at his crotch and snapping his fingers.  "She
ought to lose the tank top and walk her kids in a bikini,"
the blonde said.  "I cunt hear you," one of the others smile
sturing toward Lizzy's house with his head.  The blonde kid
looked almost right at Lizzy's bedroom window and cupped his
hands, aimed them at her house and said: "Wear a bikini! We
want to see more of your boobs!"  Two others tackled him and
wrestled him to the ground, covering his mouth.

      She should have been offended.   But hearing this talk
made Lizzy's heart race.  After about five more minutes of
staring out at them and listening to their banter about
sports and getting "wasted", she, with shaking hands, looked
through a drawer in her dresser and pulled out two bikini
tops.  One was white and fairly conservative, although meant
for the beach.  The second was obviously designed for
sunbathing and not the street.  Bright red, this much more
revealing garment consisted of strings connected to
triangles that covered the third of each breast in the
vicinity of her substantial nipples.  After handling them
for a moment she put them both back in the drawer and looked
in the mirror. "I must be losing it," she said, thinking
twice about her impulse to put one of them on, "I need to
see a therapist."  She left her bedroom and read a book
until the twins awoke.

      That night, laying in a bed where again, nothing
happened with her husband, Liz could not sleep.  The moon
lit up the half-built home next door and laying on her side
she pulled back her window shade an inch or two and stared
longingly out at the night.  She imagined the guys still
there, and she imagined herself getting on her bikini and
flirting with them right outside her bedroom window.  Or
walking around her back yard in nothing but high heels.
After tossing for another half hour she fell asleep.

      The next day she couldn't wait for her husband to
leave.  She was feeling driven, edgy.  She had to get out
and do something to let off a dizzying tension she felt. It
was in the high 80s by ten and the muggy air was as thick as
dog's breath.  She was torn between a play date with a
friend across town, who had one daughter also two - or to
get out of the heat and cool off somewhere.  She decided
this was the day to take her daughters to the wading pool at
the public park two blocks from them.  She dressed them in
their swim suits and then put on a one-piece, and grabbed a
beach robe to wear over it.  At the last minute, though,
with her daughters getting antsy to go to the pool, she
convinced herself the suit was too old looking and grabbed
the red bikini she had never really forgotten about.  In
front of her mirror she took her time changing into it,
thinking up something flirtatious to try out on the boys
next door.  She tied the top behind her real tight.  She put
on the robe the way she wanted to, to show some cleavage,
and loaded her girls in the stroller.  She called Dale at
work and when she got his voice mail told him to call her in
the cell phone, which she put in the stroller.  She wanted
him to stop at a discount wine store on the way back from
work.

      No sooner had she pushed the stroller out of her
driveway and onto the sidewalk then the young guys working
on the house reacted.  "Uh, check it out," the blonde kid
attempted to whisper discreetly. She heard another voice say
conspiratorially: "She's baaaack." They were working in the
new house and she could have kept on walking. But
instinctively she stopped and smiled, then waved and yelled:
"Hello there."  She wanted them to come out and surround
her.  She wanted that rush of being ogled.

      The guys looked very appreciatively over at her, and
the blonde guy and the student, a shorter, powerfully built
nineteen-ish kid, walked out to greet her.  She had closed
and tied the robe over her bikini so that only the top of
her deep cleavage showed.  Now she was not rehearsing
something to say and do to excite them. It was happening. It
as show time.  She had taken the trouble to tie the bikini
straps on tight in back so that the triangular fabric
squeezed her breast flesh, making it push out.  She wanted
to make her flirting, and the look of her body in the
bikini, as sexually arousing as she could. She was nervous,
even shaking. 

      "So where are you headed?" the blonde guy asked
cheerfully.  Two other guys walked over to join him and the
dark haired youngster.  "I think with this heat I have to
get my bundles of joy in the water," she smiled, her mouth
dry.  She looked down at her daughters, fanned herself with
her hand, and said: "I don't know why I put this robe on.
I'm boiling."  "Yeah, it's a scorcher today," the darker guy
said.  She took his hand and said: 'feel it."  She rubbed
his hand along her shoulder and down slightly onto her
chest.  "These robes are really hot," she said, rubbing his
hand along the material, just like she had rehearsed this
encounter in her mind.  

      "So is there a pool around here?" the blonde guy
asked.  "Two blocks down," Lizzy said, and then she
nonchalantly opened her robe and ever so slowly pulled it
off her shoulders, and closed her eyes. "Better," she
sighed, then opened her eyes.  She took the robe off her
body and lay it across the stroller frame.  "But I may just
set up the kiddie pool in the back yard and fill it with the
garden hose.  The girls love it."  She ran her hands through
her hair, cocked her shoulders back, and with studied
casualness looked down the street, wanting her profile to
drive them crazy as they stood to her right.  "God it feels
good to get that robe off my skin," she said softly.  She
looked down at her tits and studied the effect of her top
tied so tight that the titflesh spilled out around the
material.

      Her youthful admirers stared open mouthed at her
boobs. Two thirds of the proud, thrusting titflesh was bare,
right there in front of them.  The size of her tits drove
them crazy. Her chest was beyond anything they had ever
seen.  Her body was out of a dream. The effect was rude,
hard to believe, scary, and instantly arousing. And to these
young guys it was a stunning invitation.  This housewife
loved to show off her body with men - and she really was up
to something more.  

      She looked at the guys and laughed softly as they
stole stares, then simply ogled openly, the sight of her
body in the red bikini.  "Helloooo," she smiled, "I'm up
here."  She gently reached up to the blonde guy's chin and
moved it up slightly. "Haven't you ever seen a bikini
before?"  "Wow," someone said.   She turned to face them.
"Which is better, this or the tank top from yesterday?"  She
was hearing herself say flirtatious things, and it was
something she just had to do.  Something drove her, pushed
her to get these guys completely aroused.  "Oh, this, this
definitely," the blonde guy said.  Usual bold, he was in a
trance. After a beat she asked with a big smile, "should I
wear this more often?"  Everyone laughed as he stumbled over
his words.  "I guess so," she laughed.

      She made the robe fall on to the ground and the dark
haired guy and Lizzy bent over simultaneously to pick it up.
The others stared intently at her weighty breasts hanging
from her body as she took her time getting back up.  The
titflesh outside the bikini top spilled even more daringly
when she had leaned down.   "Thank you sir," she said in a
seductive tone.  She looked at their admiring faces and
laughed.  "So you guys like it when I bend over like that?"
she chuckled.  

      She announced that she was going to set up the kiddie
pool in the backyard.  "Do you guys want to join us?" she
asked in a loud, stiff voice,  her heart pounding as she
said the words, and her eyes reluctant to look at them
directly when she said them.

      They looked at each other and grunted approvingly
among themselves and the blonde guy spoke suggestively now:
"Yeah, great. How soon? We're about done here."  Lizzy said:
"Well come on over then."   She looked down at her
daughters: "These handsome men are going to join us in the
back yard.  Let's set up the kiddie pool."   The blonde kid
smiled: "We'll be over there to play with this incredible
pair you have."   "You promise?" Lizzy cooed, stretching and
yawning.  She began to explain that she hadn't slept well
the night before because she was so restless, when the cell
phone interrupted her.  

      "Hello?" she said.  It was Dale, who was sitting in
his office, and who, for the first time in weeks, had
actually called her back within a reasonable time of her
call to him.

      "Hi honey," he said.  He was looking at her picture on
his desk when he said: "You know, I haven't been very
attentive to you lately, and I have to work on that."  As
she listened, then spoke, she kept her eyes on the dark
haired kid, her stare intense.  "Well I love attention,"
Lizzy said.  "So where are you?" Dale asked.  Lizzy's eyes
fell to the sidewalk.  "I took the kids for a walk and
decided because of the heat to get out the kiddie pool in
back. I changed into a bikini.  Right now we're in the back
yard...."  Her eyes darted over to the student's face.  She
stared at him.  

      "Are you dying from this humidity?" her husband asked.
Liz hesitated, then said softly: "I feel like taking my
clothes off and running through the hose."  She stood closer
to the dark haired guy.  "Why don't you stay in and enjoy
the air conditioning?" Dale inquired.  She murmured: "Yeah,
maybe I'll take off my clothes indoors and give the
neighbors a thrill."  Something about the way she said that
gave her husband a slight sense of apprehension.  Then Lizzy
raised her voice slightly and said complainingly. "Can I
just share something with you, honey?  When I take the girls
out I am getting a lot of lustful stares from the guys
working on the house next door."  She said it with a trace
of annoyance in her voice.  Her eyes now gazing at the
blonde youngster, she said to her husband: "All those young
guys think about is getting a piece of ass.  You should see
the way they stared at my boobs when I walked by just now."
"Well, sweetheart, don't give it a second thought," Dale
said. guys regarded each other with eyebrows raised.

      She took it a step further with her husband.  She said
into the phone, almost winking at the blonde guy: "Yesterday
they were VERY friendly when I wore a tank top.  Today they
practically picked me up and ravaged me sexually inside the
new house."  "Well, ignore them," Dale said.  She laughed:
"Oh I am not even saying 'hello' to them. And I put a robe
on over my bikini so they can't slobber all over my tits."
Dale was struck by her coarse language. "You're making me
horny," he laughed, caught off guard. "Why, 'cause you want
them to see my tits?" she asked, smiling at the young
admirers surrounding her.  Dale got more apprehensive, and
stuttered: "No, I don't."  Lizzy smiled and cooed: "Well,
let's fuck like crazy tonight," she said, "I really need it.
I really need a stiff prick."  He didn't know what to make
of this.  "OK," he said.  She stretched and yawned. 

      He started to say something when Liz said quickly:
"Honey, let me call you back."  She ended the call and said
to the guys after a moment, a big smile on her face: "So you
guys coming?"   They just stood and smiled and nodded, then
the blonde kid said: "You're right.  All we think about is
getting a piece of ass."  She looked into his eyes, her own
wide and concentrating.  She was racing inside with an
arousal that was new to her.  Talking the way she did on the
phone to Dale in front of these guys was like cocaine.  It
was so evil, and it concentrated every muscle and nerve in
her being toward some as yet unknown experience, a thrill
she was to discover.

      She had to back up the stroller and beat a retreat to
her yard.  Suddenly she was afraid of her own excitement and
sensed that their mood was subtly shifting.  They were
quieter, less chatty, and staring at her.  "So, if you want
to come by, we'll be in back," she said, waving.  She
stepped into her yard and took the girls out of the stroller
and walked briskly to the back. Liz's heart was pounding.

      Nervously she went to turn on the hose and shepherded
her girls to the large turtle shaped baby wading pool in the
middle of the soft green grass.  The girls giggled as Liz
squirted the hose's cool water on their toes.  "Doesn't that
feel nice?" she asked them.  As she filled the turtle she
looked over her shoulder, around to the right corner of her
house, more and more apprehensive about what was to come.
Part of her couldn't wait for the young smiling masculine
faces to appear;  part of her shivered at the thought.  What
was she doing?  She was still stimulated from that naughty
phone call with her husband.  It was hard to fathom:
actually talking like that to him while the guys stared at
her, salivating.  One Liz was burning with impulses, another
Liz was fighting them tooth and nail.

      Then, she turned to look behind her for the nineteenth
time and there was no one approaching the back yard.  Where
were they?  It had been twenty minutes.  She was sort of
relieved.  

      But her girls turned and said: "Mommy!"  They were
pointing behind her, not at the corner of the house by the
driveway.  Were they here?  Indeed, they were already
standing within a few feet of her, having snuck onto the
lawn.  The blonde guy, the brunette student, and three
others:  a bald, chunky kid with a Metallica T-shirt, an
older guy with shades and tattoos, and a chain-smoking
college-age kid with a goatee and tight shorts.

      "Boo!", the goateed kid yelled.  She turned and
jumped, startled twice over because of her nervousness.  She
screamed.  "Is that a scream of anticipation?" the blonde
guy laughed.  There were now five guys surrounding the
little green turtle pool.  "We stopped for some cold beer
and got here as fast as we could,"  the dark kid said,
toting six packs, "happy we came?"   Liz found her voice and
said: "Glad you could join us."  

      She stood up and noticed five pairs of eyes on her
tits.  The bald guy put his arm around her and said to the
group: "Those fuckin' things are as big as watermelons."
"Is that any way to refer to my breasts?" she laughed.  The
blonde guy said commandingly: "A few of us have to use the
bathroom."  The dark guy and the bald kid, almost on a
script, said the same thing.  "What, so you guys can jack
off?" the bald guy said, now standing so close to her they
were touching, his eyes looking down at her body. With no
spontaneity, as if scripted, the goatee guy said that he and
the older man in the shades would be happy to watch her
daughters.  It sounded odd, as if she were going somewhere.
She looked at the one guy, his brawny arms were heavily
decorated with tattooed biker symbols.  He said it again:
"we would be happy to watch your daughters."  "Then it will
be our turn to drain our snakes," he said, giving an almost
hostile glance to the blonde kid.  The blonde kid chuckled:
"I ca it in the car, dude.  You'll get your turn."

      Those words startled her and the mechanism of
resistance to losing control took over inside Liz.  "Do you
guys have experience watching toddlers?" she inquired.  "I
have two little sisters I have babysat for since they were
first walking," he said curtly.  "I love kids," the tattooed
guy said, smiling.   He handed her a stout bottle of malt
liquor with a thick neck.  "Well," she said in a curious,
higher pitched voice, "what kind of beer is this?"  "The
kind that makes you feel good," he said, "and you've got the
mouth for it.".  As she was about to take a swig she said:
"Am I the only drinker in the group?"  The blonde guy peeled
off his shirt, displaying an admirable set of muscles and
shoulders that wouldn't quit.  "First we gotta drain our
snakes," he said.  She tried to keep her eyes off his
awesome body.  He and the other two began walking toward the
patio door. "Lead the way," the dark kid said.  They grabbed
beers to take with them.

      The drink felt good - stronger than beer she was used
to - so she took another, heftier gulp of the malt liquor as
she slid open the door, the strong wall of AC air meeting
her as she said: "Follow me."  "With pleasure," the blonde
guy said.  Then he said: "I can't wait to get my snake out
and take care of business."  They followed her through the
family room to the powder room in the hall of the first
floor.  As the guys stared with a galloping desire at her
ass swaying with her walk, the blonde guy turned to the
other two and smiled, and gestured toward her with an
extended middle finger.  "Sorry about the mess in here," she
said, her fingers feeling a rapidly warming blush on her
face.

      Then she turned and glanced back through where they
had walked to check on her girls, and took another big gulp
from her bottle.  She stood in the john doorway and pointed
into it: "Who's first to drain his snake?"

      The blonde guy stepped into the bathroom, squeezing by
her and staring down at her tits as he did, and the two
others blocked her from stepping out of the doorway where
she stood.  The blonde kid faced the toilet, which sat to
the right of the door.  She was slow to move away and
without thinking stayed put, glowing with the attention -
that three young, flirtatious guys were mesmerized by her
big tits.

      Rather than pulling his fly open the blonde guy rubbed
his crotch for a second, as he looked at her boobs, then
with surprising speed undid his trousers and fly and pulled
his pants and underwear down to this thighs.  Liz breathed
in with shock and stared hypnotically at a large, thick,
fully erect penis.  "My God!" she said.  She moved her eyes
away but could not avoid the reflection of his oversized
cock in the bathroom mirror.  Instinctively her eyes locked
on his dick but slowly, half heartedly she attempted to get
out of the doorway.  The dark guy pressed forward, his now
shirtless body against hers, and said to his companion: "Hey
dude, hurry up and piss."   "I think you need privacy," she
said to the blonde guy, her voice trembling.  This was
getting too serious for her.

      The blonde guy began stroking his cock, and she was
overwhelmed with sexual fascination.  Dale's member was
nowhere near that size! 

      "Actually, it was a false alarm," the blonde kid said,
lazily stuffing his dick into his jockey shorts and pulling
up his trousers.  The bald kid grabbed her arm, firmly but
gently, and said, his face almost touching hers: "You got a
nice place here."  As he said that the blonde guy and the
dark guy switched places, and the blonde guy took her bottle
and said: "Have some more beer, and cool off your big tits."
She just looked at him, and he said: "Open that sexy mouth,
come on."  She opened it slightly, and the bald guy
chuckled: "Open it wider, like you want to take that whole
bottle."  She complied, and stared into the blonde guy's
eyes as she chugged about a third of the bottle.  

       Then the student, after rubbing his crotch, looked at
Liz in the eye and asked: "Want to see what your tits do to
me?"  "You know she does," the bald guy said, who looked
down at her with a laugh and said: "Don't you?"  His hand
moved to her back, and she was amazed at how good it felt
caressing her shoulder blades.  "Show her how happy you are
to see her," the blonde guy said eagerly.  The dark kid
pulled his shorts and boxers down to his knees and he faced
Liz.  His hard, long and slender dick sprung out, erect, and
moist on its head.  He bent his knees and thrust his groin
toward her. He shook his genitals, his hairy balls jiggling.
One hand pulled it to his stomach and let it spring down to
its flagpole position. He did this twice more.  The base of
his cock projected rudely from a forest of thick black pubic
hair.   Her chest began to hammer.

      Resistance kicked in again.  Liz pushed the blonde kid
out of the way and said medodically: "I'm not going to watch
this."  As she moved past him the blonde kid pulled roughly
on her bikini top, which was tied around her neck and in the
center of her back.  His hand pulled on the top strap.
Instead of cursing him Liz heard herself laughing nervously,
and said: "Oh, you're bad!"  They followed her into the
family room, and when the blonde guy collapsed into a chair
near the couch,  the other two sat down in the couch.  "Why
don't you take off that top while you call your husband?"
the bald guy said.  "Yeah," the student said, "get him on
the phone and show us your ass, too."

      "I don't think so," she laughed.  "I think you should
go," she added, but they noticed how lame her voice sounded.
"You should take it off,"  the blonde guy said, and Liz had
a few more sips of malt liquor as she stood in the center of
the room, and they sat, with bulges in their pants she could
not stop noticing.  Then, the student scooted up onto the
arm of the couch and took out his cock. He began to stroke
its eight hard inches, and said: "God you have big tits.
They're fucking incredible."   He then pulled out his hairy
nuts so that they hung over his zipper.  Then, one at a
time, the other two unzipped themselves and began jacking
off.  "Get him on the phone and blow us," the blonde guy
said,  "you've been wanting to do it since you picked out
that bikini, you dick hungry whore."  He turned to his
buddies. "Did you see that horney look in her eyes when she
got him on the phone?  Fuckin' nympho eyes, man."

      The words hit her like a ton of bricks.  She felt
herself slipping, but wanted to maintain a hold on her
respectability.  "Nice way to talk to a lady," she muttered.

      She turned her back to them and looked out at the back
yard.  Her kids were playing a game with water toys and
appeared to be in good hands.  One of the guys paid
attention to them but the other stared impatiently back at
her.
