When Henry returned home late Saturday afternoon from Brenda's, he was worn out.
"How was your hike?" his mother inquired.
"Uh, great. We are both worn out, though." Henry hoped to end the questioning soon before he was caught in a lie.
"Where'd you go, Henry?"
"Oh...ummm, up in the hills out of town." More like Brenda's twin peaks, not to mention the fertile valley between her legs. What an afternoon! I have a newfound love of hiking.
"Well, dinner will be ready soon. I bet you're starving from all that exercise. Did you have anything to eat?"
Yes. I had several helpings of teenage pussy and it was wonderful. "Just a snack. And, yes, I'm starving."
Henry excused himself and retreated to his bedroom to find a hiding place for his nine remaining condoms. The last thing he needed was for his mother to find his rubbers.
He also knew that Jodi would ask about Brenda. He had mentioned they were going to see each other again and she was elated that he was seeing someone his age. Even so, Henry figured that there was no need to reveal the true nature of their relationship even though Jodi had been the impetus behind his new-found success with women. Was it his imagination, or was Mrs. Fanelli, whose lawn he mowed, taking an interest in him? She was eyeballing him closely when he was mowing her lawn without a shirt on. She wasn't as hot as Mrs. Haas, but she did have a nice ass for a woman with two young kids. Decent boobs, too. Her thick raven hair hung midway down her back and he wondered if her pussy hair was as lush.
Henry sat on a yoga mat he had commandeered from his mother and proceeded to do forty situps before turning over and doing forty pushups. His new role as a neighborhood stud had provided an incentive to improve his body image. He figured if he was ripped, he'd be appreciated even more. As it was, he was in good physical shape, but if he planned on continuing with two hot women, and maybe more, he'd need to develop more stamina.
He stripped down to his boxers and hopped into the bathroom for a shower. While the water was warming, he posed naked in front of the bathroom mirror and admired himself. He WAS showing more muscle and his cock looked great, especially after he stroked it a few times. It stretched nearly to his knee after a few jerks of his hand. He turned and looked over his shoulder at his bum in the mirror and thought, Yeah, looking good, when the door suddenly opened and his mother gasped.
"Oh, oops. Sorry, Honey." She placed her hand over her eyes and quickly closed the door. "Sorry, Henry. I didn't realize you were in there. I didn't see anything."
But she had seen him and she couldn't believe what she had seen. His thick cock hung most of the way down his thigh. He's way bigger than his father. My goodness--my little boy is all grown up, she thought to herself. She smiled as she returned to the kitchen.
When Wednesday came, he was disappointed to learn that Jodi would be out of town for a couple of days and so there was no hurry to do his chores for her.
"The pool can wait. And so can the lawn. As for me, absence makes the heart grow fonder, not to mention other parts of me. I'll see you next week, Henry."
Henry hung around the house instead, practicing his guitar and hanging out in his bedroom. When he went into the kitchen for an afternoon snack, Mrs. Fanelli had stopped by to borrow some flour and she and his mother were at the kitchen table having a glass of iced tea. Before he entered, he heard them giggling and as he walked into the kitchen, his mother had her two hands a foot or so apart in a gesture of size. Laurene Fanelli had her hand to her mouth and a look of shock on her face.
"You can't be serious?" she asked incredulously. Then she saw Henry and suddenly hushed Henry's mom.
"Oh, hi, Honey. Laurene and I are having some iced tea. Would you like some?"
"Sure, but I'll get it. Sit still." Henry went to the fridge but noticed that his mom and her friend silently giggled as he walked by.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, Honey. We were just talking about how funny men are. You wouldn't understand." She winked at Laurene. "Aren't you going over to Jodi's today? It's Wednesday."
"Naw. She's gone for a couple of days so it can wait. I'll catch her next week."
"Say, Henry. If you have some spare time, Jim is out of town on business, and I need someone strong to put away some things in our attic if you are free. Can you spare an hour or so?"
"Sure. When is a good time?"
"How about in an hour or so? I need to finish here with your mom, but that should be plenty of time. Just come on around to the backyard. You'll have to excuse the house. It's a mess since we're doing some remodeling."
"OK. See you then."
Henry returned to his room with his tea and plopped on the bed. I wonder what that was about...all the giggling. They acted like they had some kind of secret.
Around 4 p.m. Henry walked down the street and into Laurene's backyard. The back door was open, but he knocked and called out to see if anyone was there.
"Mrs. Fanelli! It's me...Henry. Anyone home?"
"I'm back here...come on in and have a seat. I'll be right out." A voice came from the hallway where he suspected lay the bedrooms. Henry entered and sat in a chair with a view down a short hallway to the bedroom area of the house. The door at the end was open, and when he looked down there, he could see his neighbor putting on lipstick in front of her bathroom mirror.
Moments later, she walked into the kitchen.
"Hi, Honey. Thanks for helping out on short notice. Jim won't be home for a couple of days and I hate to have this stuff lying around when it should go in the attic. We have one of those fold-down ladders and I'm a little afraid to get on it. The kids are gone also. Sleepovers. So it's just you and me to do it."
"Happy to help. Show me the way."
"Well, believe it or not, the ladder is in the bedroom ceiling. Kind of stupid but that's where they put it. I'll show you."
Henry followed Mrs. Fanelli down the hall. He tried not to stare, but he couldn't avoid looking at her ass, nice and round and accented by a thin waist and a tight pair of slacks she hadn't been wearing earlier. Her thick black hair hung loosely down to the middle of her back, and for the first time, he noticed she had a nice set of hooters--not as big as Jodi's, but bigger than he had realized...not bad for an older woman.
Once in the bedroom, she closed the door behind him and explained.
"The ladder won't open with the door open. Don't worry, I won't attack you! I can just reach the cord if I get on the bed."
She slipped off her shoes and jumped up onto the bed to reach a thin rope hanging partway from the ceiling. Henry stared at her breasts as she stretched overhead. As she pulled the cord down, the ladder began to unfold from the ceiling, but she lost her balance and nearly fell off the bed.
Henry grabbed her around the waist to catch her as she let go of the rope, and they both tumbled to the bed.
"Oh, Honey. I'm so sorry. I should have let you do that for me. I'm such a klutz. Sorry. But thanks for saving me. You're my hero." And with that, she kissed him lightly on the lips.
Her face was only inches from Henry's and he could feel her breasts pushing into his chest and smell her perfumed scent. They both looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds. And then Henry simply acted. He kissed her back. But this was no peck on the lips.
Instantly, Mrs. Fanelli opened her mouth and suddenly they were enmeshed in each other's arms. Henry rolled on top of her and his hands went to her breasts, and then her ass. Laurene responded in kind, groping him until after a minute or so, she pushed him briefly away.
"Oh, shit! I'm sorry, Mrs. Fanelli. I couldn't help myself. Please forgive me. I don't know what came over me."
But she was breathing hard, and she did not look displeased. The words came tumbling out as she pleaded.
"Henry, Honey--I hoped something like this might happen. Don't feel bad. I need this. I need to see that big cock of yours, Sweetie. Will you do that for me? Nobody will ever know, I promise. When I heard how big you were, I just had to see for myself. My husband has a little dick, and our sex life is terrible."
As she spoke, she didn't wait for his approval. She grabbed Henry's belt buckle and unfastened it before unbuttoning the waistband and unzipping his fly. She reached inside his boxers and after fumbling for a few seconds, a shocked expression came over her. She struggled to pull his cock out into the open air, and when it finally appeared, she registered shock on her face.
“Oh my god! Henry, you are hung like a horse. Your mother was right. You don’t even fit in my hand. Oh, Honey, you have such a beautiful cock.”
When he heard this, Henry nearly died. His mother must have told Mrs. Fanelli about his penis. He tried to wrap his head around those implications, but right now Laurene Fanelli had his cock in her hand and unless he was crazy, he was likely going to be fucking her shortly. She had a look of desperation as she stared at his penis, which was getting harder and bigger by the second. It dwarfed her small hand.
"Mrs. Fanelli, I'm not sure we should be doing this. You're my mom's best friend."
"Oh, Henry, don't call me that. It sounds so formal and makes me feel old, Honey. Just call me Laurene, or even Laurie. But it's too late, Honey. I need this and I promise you that your mom will never know. It just slipped out of her about how big you are. She said it was an accident that she saw you and it was quite a shock. And now I know why."
She reached up and kissed Henry before whispering huskily, "Henry, I just have to feel this big thing inside me. You have no idea what a wonderful tool this is. I've always loved big cocks and when I heard about yours, I just couldn't help myself. That's why I invited you over...to seduce you. Am I a horrible old lady for taking advantage of you? I promise I'll make you feel good. I just need to feel something other than my limp-dick husband's idea of sex. My pussy is wet just thinking about this."
She kissed him again and then bent her neck and slipped her bright red lips over the bulbous head of his cock. Henry lay there amazed as she swirled her tongue around the head and shaft and then hollowed her cheeks and sucked. After a few seconds she removed her mouth, leaving a bright red ring around the shaft from her lipstick.
"Jim doesn't even like blowjobs. He says they are unnatural. He's content to just stick it in and shoot when he's not looking at gun magazines. I need more than that, and I bet you can deliver. No matter, just feeling this magnificent prick in my hand is worth the risk."
"But I don't have a condom!"
