She had not fucked a teenager since before she was married, and she was drawn to young boys. She was thirty-five years old, with a body that almost screamed the heat boiling within it. Her tits were not overly big, but beautifully shaped – still as firm and springy as her daughter's. Her waist was still small, and her ass swelled and jiggled as she walked.

Janet knew men looked at her, wondering if she would be a good fuck. But she was not interested in just any man. She was after teenager's pricks. She often wondered if her daughter was fucking Jack, because she sensed that the girl was a hot little ass, and instead of being jealous or disgusted, she thought it was exciting to have a daughter with a hot ass on her.

Janet had been teasing and flirting with Jack for a number of months now, and she was ready to get her hands on his cock. Since she was a lot older than him, she knew he would not make the first move. He would tease and flirt back, but like all teenaged boys, he would keep his hands to himself until she let him know what she wanted.

"I like those shoulders," Janet said to him across the fence. "I bet you're awfully strong, Jack." Her dark eyes flirted, and he grinned at her.

"In more ways than one," he said, his gaze dropping to her tight, thin blouse. He could see the points of her tits there, and knew she didn't wear a bra.

"Oh?" Janet grinned lewdly at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Why don't you find out, Mrs. Long?"

"Oh, pooh on Mrs. Long," she said, making a crinkly face at him. "Call me Janet. I'm not such an old bitch, am I?"

"You're not old at all – uh, Janet," he said. "I think you're the most beautiful woman around."