She could not have imagined a more perfect cock. Barbara could see just the single eye of the teen's cockhead peeping from inside his foreskin covering the whole big plum-like cockhead. The heat of the teen's loins was radiating like waves toward her, and there was a sweet smell surrounding his genitalia that was heady, drawing her closer. There was sweat and dried urine and, from beneath his swaying ballsac, something stronger, more tantalizing. All the fragrances intermingled into sweet perfume… the sexy funkiness that Barbara Jean could not deny.

Silently she took his cock shaft in her hand and hefted it freely, amazed at the strength and weight of it, not even completely hard yet. In her grasp, it stretched out even farther, firmed up, and began rising at a higher angle. Then she slowly pulled backward along the shaft, dragging the foreskin, making it open up like a flower and roll back off the sleekly moist darker pink cockhead until all of it was finally naked and visible to her: the sleek streamlined arrowhead shape of it, the coronal ridge. The sharp heady aroma rose into her nostrils and caused her cunny to spasm again.

Barbara Jean's mouth was salivating as she looked at the teen's cockhead right in front of her face. Her nostrils inhaled heady draughts of his alluring odors. The pearly-white drop of his precum sparkled on his cockhead. Her tongue flicked around her lips, moistening them, and her head started moving forward, her mouth opening wider, his cockhead looking closer and the sweet smell of it reaching her.

Someone had entered the house. Oh, my God, she thought, it's Betty Sue. She's back from the hospital already.

Everything stopped. Barbara grabbed up Erik's shorts and handed them to him quickly, motioning toward the back door. Naked, his cock fully erect as it swung from side to side, slapping noisily against his thighs and belly, Erik fled through the kitchen door.