She glanced down at his crotch. There was no doubt about it. His cock was hard and throbbing, straining against his fly.

She liked his looks. He had a nice smile and curly hair. He was slim and well built and had a cute little trim ass. She liked trim asses on men. She decided she'd have to be bold and aggressive, and she stared openly at his crotch.

"That's a hard-on, if I ever saw one," she giggled.

He blushed. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, Mrs. Maitland!"

"Don't be sorry, honey," she smiled. "I like it. It's flattering."

She extended a hand and moved it lightly over the bulge in his jeans. He groaned and closed his hand over hers, drawing it more firmly against his crotch. That was all the encouragement she needed. She unzipped his fly and took his cock out into the air.

"Jesus!" he gasped.

His cock was long and thick and his pisshole brimmed with cockjuice. She eyed it hungrily.

"Yummy!" she giggled. "Lovely thick cock!"

She smeared the cockjuice over his bloated knob. She hesitated a moment, wondering if she was asking for trouble, monkeying around with a kid his age. Would he talk? Would she find herself confronted by his mother? Not if she knew young boys, and God knows, she'd been teaching them long enough. The last person he'd tell would be his mother. If he opened his mouth to anyone, it would be to his friends. Well, she wasn't going to worry about that, but she decided to caution him.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" she whispered.

"I promise!" he hissed.

He closed his eyes and she made him stretch out on the sofa. She felt totally in control, and it was great. Frank never let her be aggressive, and she found she loved it. She liked the feeling of power she had over the boy. She congratulated herself on starting with a young kid. It was a good idea. Then she could work up to cheating on Frank with a real man.