Then the package came.

Sheer, overpowering curiosity drove Donna to open the package. It wasn't hers and she had an eerie feeling of guilt when she tore at the gummed tape, but she couldn't resist the urge.

No more than she could resist the wild urge – and the deadly risk in this small town – of going down with feverish lust on an innocent boy. He was lunging his hips eagerly now, his pants almost down to his knees as he fucked Donna's frantic mouth.

And when the shy, soft spoken housewife of thirty-nine opened the large box she had no idea she was opening a Pandora's Box of lust. And not the slightest hint her life would be changed forever, plunged into such raw, violent sex her entire family would be sucked up into the wild vortex. Especially her luscious, innocent daughter.

The empty box still lay on the kitchen floor beside her. She could feel the boy's hot prick beginning to harden and swell in her furiously sucking lips and she whimpered for his come. Anxious as she was to gulp down his boiling jism, it was only an exciting preliminary for the madly aroused brunette. She didn't want him shooting off his sweet young come inside her pussy in three minutes flat. In her tingling mouth yes, in her soaked, throbbing cunt, no.

She was blowing him first to take the sharp edge off his feverish excitement. Then if he could stay with her even for only ten minutes, she would have a deliriously exciting memory, a hot delicious fuck she could re-live in her mind through the dull routine of her day.

Her fist jerked him off faster as his grunts became louder and she whipped her sultry mouth back and forth on his surging rod to a frenzied tempo, craving that first boiling gush in her mouth. God, he was hung! Not nearly as hung as her own son, but Dan was older and built like a husky bull. She reminded herself with alarm that mothers weren't supposed to think like that.