Suddenly Jean realized she need not worry any more about whether she would give in to the teen or not. They had passed the point where thoughts could do any good. She was committed. She wanted him. Right or wrong, she was going to have him.

It was almost a relief to have that burden off her conscience. Since worry wasn't going to help her any longer, she could relax and enjoy. It was amazing how much easier the three glasses of wine had made it for her. She was ready now to succumb to her depravity… very ready!

As she pulled the hard fleshy shaft of his cock from his pants, she felt him working her slacks down off her ankles. There was nothing stopping her now from spreading her legs to him, from showing him the hungry needing gash of her pussy.

Feeling deliciously wicked, she spread her thighs right there on the kitchen floor… not too far… just far enough to give him a hint of her treasures. She wanted to feel him push them open all the way. She wanted to feel him asserting his manhood by forcing her to expose her most cherished secrets to his gaze… and to his tongue.

She grew preoccupied by the smooth contours of the teen's swollen cockhead. She caressed his cock-shaft at her leisure, drawing agonized groans from the teen's throat. Each cry sent a new throb of desire through her waiting pussy.

His hands took hold of her thighs. She felt his mouth planting soft exploring kisses down over her belly, until he was kissing the kinky thatch of her pussy-hair. To match his passion, she stabbed her tongue against the glans in the tip of his cock. Her gesture obviously thrilled him. His cock seeped a gleaming drop of cum-juice. She lapped it up greedily.

"Oh darling… you're beautiful… mmmmm, it tastes so good! Your cock tastes so good! I want it all inside my mouth!" She brought her excitement to the boiling point by describing what she was going to do to him.