"N… n… no, you weren't interrupting anything," stammered the young boy. "I was just sitting here thinking."

"Thinking about what?" she said in a teasing voice as she glided her body closer to him, finally standing almost against him, her denim covered thigh nearly touching his flushing face.

"Oh, nothing special. Larry and my mother and things."

"Things?" she asked, lowering her body and mentally noting that David's glance was fixed on her almost fully exposed breasts. "What things?"

David was finding it hard to think. His eyes were glued to her soft, luscious breasts, and as she lowered her body beside his, he could see perfect the sex-taut, bright red nipples at the summit of the warm fleshy mounds. As she sat completely, she leaned toward, and he noticed that another button had popped open her titties looking as though she was wearing nothing at all on top. He wanted to reach out and touch her, grab her breasts and feel all over her naked body the way he knew Larry had felt his mother's, but he was held in utter fear.

Karen smiled to herself as she almost read the boy's thoughts. He really was a shy one. Well, that would have to change.

"I'll bet you were thinking about your mother and Larry and when they're in bed together," she said as seductively as she could. She smiled as she saw his face turn a beet-red in embarrassment, and he finally managed to turn his gaze away from her luscious young tits.

"Yeah, sort of," he said. He wanted her to go away. She wasn't making his thinking any easier.

"I was thinking about them too," she said, her voice suddenly sounding warm and understanding. "I was thinking about how happy they can make each other."

Suddenly, David's emotions welled up inside of him, and he could hold them back no longer.