"God-d! Oh God-d-d… I'm… I'm cummm-ing-g-g-g!" Her cries progressed from a great roar to feeble mewls that indicated her climax had robbed her of the last of her superhuman energy. But still she managed to keep squirming her ass back at the boy. Even in her abandon, she could not rest easy until she had what she wanted from him.

Her last pleading hip contortions were what coaxed Steve over the edge. He could not resist the prospect of filling up with juices a cunt that wanted it so much. He felt the first spurt of his climax, and then he was lost in a heady wash of pleasure. "I'm cumming too, Miss Pope! Oh… sweet pussy! Good hot pussy!"

They squirmed like rutting animals against one another until they were exhausted. The woman whimpered out her satisfaction at having her pussy full of cum, then she collapsed onto the bed. The boy was right on top of her.

The pressure of his body on hers pleased Gwen. It filled her full of the kinds of wanton feelings that had first goaded her into seducing the boy.

Three long, pleasure-packed years before…

CHAPTER TWO

Gwen Pope had been working for her boss Rex Manners for a couple of years but still she had not managed to figure out his young handsome son Steve. Rex often preferred to work at his office in his home rather than downtown in the hustle bustle of corporate headquarters. So Gwen saw a lot of the boy. They often ate their meals together. They had many long talks together, about outer space, about rattlesnakes, about football heroes – all the things the intelligent, active boy liked to talk about.

Yet Gwen sensed that there was always a distance between herself and the boy. She would have liked to close that distance. He was such a fine boy, so much like his father in looks yet so much more sensitive. Already sensing that she might never get Rex to propose marriage, Gwen felt a fierce hunger to make herself indispensable to the household in other ways. Like being a close friend to the motherless boy.