Dave blushed fiercely and averted his eyes. Cynthia knew that seducing a teenager was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. Her pussy was burning and juicing, and her nipples were so stiff that they hurt. She needed a good fucking immediately.

"Uh, nothing," Dave said nervously. "I had something in my eye."

"I don't think so, Dave." Cynthia wiggled her ass closer to him on the couch until her soft, shapely, creamy thigh touched his hip. She dropped her fingers lightly to his leg. "I think you were looking at my tits."

Dave gulped hard and looked away. Cynthia told herself to stop again, but the farther she went the farther she wanted to go. Reaching behind her back, she undid the bow, of her halter top. Then she stripped it off her voluptuous body, baring her huge, milk-white tits.

Dave looked at her speechlessly. Her nipples were very large and rosy, and the tips were crinkled into stiff rubbery buds. His cock began to pound in his jeans.

"Dave, I don't know if I have enough money for all those cosmetics you're showing me. But I'll make a deal with you." Moving her hand all the way up his leg, Cynthia cupped his cock bulge and massed his prick lewdly. "If I give your dick a nice sucking, will you give me the mascara for free?"

"Oh God," Dave whispered hoarsely. "I can't believe this! Oh my God…"

Sliding off the couch, the horny divorcee knelt on the floor between his legs. Hurriedly she unzipped the boy's pants and tugged them down to his ankles with his shorts, revealing his stone-hard cock.

His prick was a big one all right, long and fat and very stiff. Cynthia's pussy tingled and burned as she wrapped her hand tightly around the root of his cock, squeezing his prick, holding up his hard-on for inspection. The shaft of his cock was pink and laced with blue veins, and the prick-knob was a bit larger than a plum. Sticky pre-cum leaked from his piss hole, moistening her hand as she started to jack him off.