Part 4

Gayle stood up. She walked to the grill, where Francis was setting the plate with the chicken and hamburgers. He opened the lid of the grill to check the temperature.

"Is it ready?" she said.

"Just about." He closed the lid.

Gayle lowered her voice. "Did you fuck her?"

Francis dropped the tongs. He bent down to pick them up, then looked like he didn't know what to do with them. He looked at Anne, then at Gayle.

"Who?" he said.

"Pam."

"Pam?"

"Yes, Pam."

He glanced past her at the kids in the pool. He cleared his throat.

"Yes, I did."

Gayle picked up the plate. She opened the lid and slapped the hamburgers and chicken breasts on the grill. When she spoke, her teeth were clenched.

"You're one to talk about seducing children. How could you do such a thing? She's only seventeen, for God's sake."

"She's eighteen," Francis said.

"Oh. Well, that makes all the difference, doesn't it?"

"Am I supposed to be sorry?"

The meat sizzled. She put the plate on the tray next to the grill and took the tongs from his hands.

"You're supposed to be careful. She's vulnerable right now. You took advantage of a child."

Francis said nothing. Gayle let out a deep breath. Maybe she had gone too far. She put the tongs back in his hands.

"These need to be washed before you use them again," she said.

He went into the house. Gayle put her hands on her hips and shook her head. She turned to watch the kids splash in the pool. Pam was floating on her back. Her body had the shape of a grown woman. No wonder Francis found it so difficult to resist her.


Ethan climbed out at the far end of the pool, dripping with water. He was tall, slender and lean. His stomach was rigid and flat and the muscles of his arms rippled under his skin. He walked around the pool to the deck chair. His wet shorts clung to his groin, revealing a hint of the shape of what he kept hidden in them. He rubbed the towel over his body and through his hair, then went inside. He glanced at her as he went past. She smiled.

Gayle turned to Anne. "I'll be right back," she said and went into the house.

Ethan's wet footprints tracked across the tiled floor. Francis was at the kitchen sink, washing the tongs.

"Where'd he go?" she said.

Francis looked around. "Who? Ethan?"

"Yes."

"I think he went to the bathroom. Why?"

"Do me a favor," Gayle said.

Francis turned off the water. "What?"

"Keep his mother occupied."

"Why? What are you going to do?"

"What do you think?" she said.

She went down the hall, walking softly. The bathroom door was closed. She turned left and went into the bedroom. She put her hands on her hips. She had to figure out a reason to get him in there. Once he was in her bedroom, the rest was easy. She looked up at the light fixture attached to the fan that hung from the ceiling, and smiled.

The toilet flushed. She imagined him holding that cock, then pulling his wet swim trunks back up over it. The bathroom door opened.

"Ethan?" she said.

He poked his head around the bedroom door.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"You so sweet. You know, you can call me Gayle."

"Yes, Ma'am," he said.

Gayle smiled. "Could you help me, please? I think one of these lights has stopped working." She pointed at the light fixture over her head.

Ethan stood beside her and looked up. Her shoulder brushed his arm.

"Which one?"

"I don't know. Could you make sure they're screwed in?"

"Sure." He grabbed the chair from Francis' desk. "Is it ok if I use this chair?"

"I'm sure it is. You don't have your shoes on."

Ethan moved the chair directly under the light and stepped onto it. He reached over his head for the light bulbs. Gayle sucked in her breath. She could clearly see the outline of his penis in his wet shorts.

She put her hands on his thighs. "Don't fall over," she said.

Ethan looked down at her. She squeezed his thighs. The lump in the front of his shorts twitched.

"How does it feel?" she said.

He blinked twice. "Uh, they're all tight. It should work."

The front of his swim trunks stretched out. His legs trembled. Gayle put her hand over the hard lump. He sucked in his breath.

"I think it'll work fine," she said. She tugged his wet shorts down.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna give you a blowjob, hon."

"A blowjob?" he said.

Gayle nodded. "Have you ever had a blowjob?" He shook his head. "You'll like it, trust me."

The shorts came down slowly. First, she saw his pubic hair, then the base of his thick shaft and fat balls. She was immediately relieved and excited at the same time. He was as big as she remembered, and it was just what she wanted. The shorts slipped down to his knees and his cock leapt out, bobbing an inch or so in front of her face.

"Oh Ethan," Gayle said with a sigh.

She put her hand around the shaft and licked the tip. He tasted of chlorinated pool water. She kissed the fat, round head and licked the side.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes," he said with a groan.

She grinned. God had not yet created the man who did not enjoy her blowjobs. Even the few gay men who'd allowed her this close complimented her on her skill.

She lifted the long, heavy shaft out of the way and kissed his balls. Ethan groaned. It was such a thrill to excite a young man, especially when he never experienced such a treat. She sucked his balls into her mouth. It was especially satisfying to know he wasn't likely to get a better blowjob in his life.

"Oh my God, Mrs. Thorn," Ethan moaned.

He put his hand around his cock. Gayle smacked the back of his hand and he jerked it away.

"Don't you dare jerk yourself off when I'm giving a blowjob."

"Sorry."

"You better be," she said.

She untied the front of her halter, pulled it away and let her tits fall out. Ethan's eyes went right to them. She snickered. His boyish fascination with breasts was irresistible. She kneaded them with her fingers. Ethan licked his lips.

"Now, you're not gonna cum too soon, are you, dear?" she said. She put her hand around his cock.

"Come?"

"Yes, cum. You know, shoot your stuff?" She pumped his cock slowly. "When I suck a man off, I like him to cum on my tits." She touched the tip of his long cock to her nipple. "You think you can do that?"

"Yes ma'am," Ethan said in a choked voice.

"Good, because that's what I want you to do, all right?"

"Ok."

She wedged his cock in the valley between her heavy tits and rubbed his cock.

"You just tell me when you're ready to cum."

She lifted his cock, opened her mouth wide, and sucked the head between her lips. Ethan groaned. She worked her lips and tongue over the head, pumping the shaft in her hand. He was huge, maybe a bit bigger than she anticipated. She never sucked a cock as big as his. Her jaw was stretched wide. She managed to take only the head and a bit of the shaft. With most guys, she could take their cocks all the way down. Ethan would not be so easy.

She could make him cum, though. Ethan wouldn't be too difficult. She imagined most nineteen year old boys would cum if she just looked at their hard cocks. Ethan did well to control himself. She sucked in her cheeks and moved her head back and forth slowly. Ethan's knees buckled a bit. He put one hand on top of her head and one hand on her shoulder. Gayle sucked faster.

The bedroom door opened. She jerked Ethan's cock out of her mouth and turned to the door. Francis stood in the doorway, his hand on the doorknob. He came in and shut the door.

"What's going on here?" he said.

"I'm giving the boy a blowjob, Francis. It would be easier if you didn't interrupt."

"I'm really sorry," Ethan said.

"For what, honey?" Gayle said. She looked up at him. She heard a nervous tremor in his voice.

"I'm the one who should apologize. Your mother's looking for you," Francis said. He walked toward Ethan, shaking his head. His eyes were fixed to the boy's cock. "My goodness, son. That sure is an impressive penis."

"Francis, I'm trying to make the boy cum. I don't have the time to be messing around."

"No, let me just measure it real quick." He got a tape measure from the top drawer of his desk.

"But, Mr. Thorn ..." Ethan said.

"Wait, just a second. Just hold it up for me, hon."

Gayle sighed and rolled her eyes. She raised Ethan's cock. Francis stretched the tape along its length. His eyebrows arched.

"Twelve inches. That's a hell of a tool."

"That's nice, dear, now can I finish, please?" Gayle said. She heard Anne call for Ethan from the living room.

"That's my Mom," Ethan said. He reached down for his shorts. "She'll kill me if she sees me like this."

"God damnit," Gayle said. She carefully bent his cock sideways to stuff it back into his shorts. "I'm sorry I didn't get you off, honey. Maybe next time."

The door opened just as she tied her halter top. Anne looked at all three of them.

"Ethan, there you are. You ready to eat?" she said.

"Yeah, I'm starving."

He jumped down off the chair. Gayle stepped between them to block her view of her son's shorts and the huge bulge in the front.

"Ethan's really been a dear. I don't think we could have got that fan fixed without him," Gayle said.

She put her hand on Anne's shoulder and turned her to the door. She glanced quickly at her son's groin. Did she see the lump? Was she able to figure out what was going on? If they got out of this, she was going to make Francis pay for cutting them off.

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