Elizabeth York Pt. 03

It was the loud knock on the double glazed back door that made Elizabeth York jump. She had been deeply engrossed, peering intently at her computer as she scoured the internet searching for that perfect holiday for her and husband Richard.

Catching her breath she stood and walked to the door to find her neighbour Tommy standing there.

"Goodness Tommy you made me jump," she said with a smile as she opened the door to him. "Are you coming in?"

"Morning Elizabeth, sorry about that, didn't mean to. No that's okay, I've just popped round to let you know I'm starting today."

Elizabeth looked at him inquisitively.

"... to take down the hedge?" Tommy said with a look on his face that implied she had obviously forgotten all about it.

"Oh yes ... of course ... to take down the hedge ..." She trailed off knowing full well she had been busted.

"Sorry Tommy, I'd completely forgotten about it." She gave a weak smile. But then again it had been several months since they had first discussed it. Although the hedge had been up for years it was well past it's sell by date. Reluctant at first, she eventually agreed with Tommy that it needed to go, her only stipulation being that it couldn't be cut down until the bird nesting season was over. Not that there seemed to be many birds around in her garden these days. Since her neighbours had got a cat the bird life had all but vanished.

"Hi Mrs York!" The cheeky grin of Liam, Tommy's stepson appeared as he peeked round from behind him. His eyes locked immediately onto Elizabeth's breasts. Awesome, just fucking awesome he drooled as he took in the size and shape of her generous 38DD boobs, yet again being displayed to great effect by her very tight fitting tee shirt. He knew she was a 38DD because he had been round one day when her washing was hanging on the line to check what bra size she wore.

Even though she was possibly old enough to be his grandmother she had a totally awesome body as far as he was concerned and didn't look her age at all. She was his teenage fuck fantasy and his main object of desire when jacking off in his bedroom. He just loved big tits, something that Mrs York had in abundance.

Luckily for her she was totally oblivious to Liam's almost out of control hormones and his perverse lust for her.

"Hi Liam," she replied, "are you going to be helping then?"

"Yeah, I suppose so, someone's got to keep an eye on Tommy and make sure he does it right!" He gave her his best cheeky grin.

Elizabeth grinned back. He really was a good lad. She wagged her finger at Tommy, "... don't you be working him too hard then, you hear," she laughed.

"I think he'll manage just fine," Tommy replied, "he's a fit young lad. Right come on Liam ... let's go ... time to get a move on."

* * *

Throughout the course of the day, Elizabeth checked on their progress. After a poor summer weather wise, today for a change was warm and sunny and on her second visit she saw that they had both stripped off their shirts. Tommy was a big man, well overweight for his height and it showed but Liam was another matter altogether. She couldn't help but notice how lean and supple and well defined he was. For a young teenager he sure had a mature fit body she mused.

Liam noticed her looking at him. He was as pleased as punch to see that he interested her. He sucked in his stomach muscles just to give her a better view of his six pack.

Elizabeth smiled to herself as she admired his abs. When he grows up he is going to be a handsome man she thought.

* * *

Two days of hard graft saw the hedge finally completely removed and disposed of and another two days saw the posts, fence and gravel boards erected.

Despite her early reservations about losing the hedge Elizabeth was pleased with the final result. For one thing, her garden seemed a whole lot bigger now.

As soon as the project was finished, Tommy let Elizabeth know that he and Liam's mum were going away for a few days but Liam and his brother Zack were going to stay home alone.

Shortly after they had left, Zack went out and left Liam relaxing in his bedroom. As usual he was laying on his bed lazily stroking his throbbing cock and thinking about Elizabeth's big tits when he heard voices outside. Standing up on his bed he looked out the window to see Elizabeth and Richard in their garden looking at the new fence.

"They made a good job of it, don't you think?" Elizabeth said.

"Certainly looks like it," Richard replied, "Did Liam help or did Tommy do it all himself."

"No, no, Liam helped and it's a good job he did otherwise I think Tommy would have struggled to get it finished before they went away."

"Well, he's a big strong lad now," Richard said.

"He is that," Elizabeth replied with a smile.

"Hi Mr and Mrs York."

Richard and Elizabeth raised their heads to see Liam hanging out of his bedroom window. Elizabeth noticed straight away that he was dressed only in some loose fitting grey shorts. She could clearly see the definition of his six pack on his bare chest. She then noticed he had his hand down inside his shorts and was clearly adjusting himself, over and over again.

"Good job Liam, " Richard said, "you've worked hard, you and Tommy."

"Thanks Mr York."

"Why don't you pop round later and Mrs York can give you something for your troubles."

"No, there's no need," Liam replied sheepishly.

"Nonsense," Richard said dismissively, "you've clearly worked hard and we think you deserve a little something, don't we Elizabeth. Besides I'm going away on business for a couple of days so I'm sure Mrs York wouldn't mind having some company later, would you dear?"

"Elizabeth?"

"What?" Elizabeth snapped her head round to look at Richard. She hadn't heard a word, she was too busy watching Liam's hand working away inside his shorts.

"I was just saying that you would be okay if Liam came round to keep you company?"

"Of course," Elizabeth said, "anytime. I'm sure you're going to be a bit lonely now that your mum and Tommy are away for a few days."

"Nah, I'm okay. I've got my mates coming round later so I'll be alright." Liam looked back into his room before looking back down at them. "Sorry Mr and Mrs York, I'll have to go, my mobile's ringing."

As he turned back into his bedroom to answer his phone so Richard and Elizabeth walked back inside their kitchen.

"Why is it that men are always playing with themselves?" Elizabeth was straight to the point.

"I'm sorry!" Richard replied with a look of shock on his face. "What are you on about?"

"You ... men ... always fiddling with yourselves," she said bluntly.

"What do you mean ... fiddling?" Richard was now bemused. His wife certainly came up with some bizarre questions every now and again.

"You know ... fiddling," Elizabeth said, "playing with yourselves! You used to do it years ago and I've seen Brandon do it as well in the past."

"I don't think I did ... or Brandon for that matter and even if we did, it hardly qualifies as ALL men now does it?" Richard replied with the beginnings of a smile playing on his lips. "And another thing ... how come you notice it ... do you get a thrill out of it then ... constantly watching and looking for it?"

"I don't look ... I just seem to see ..." her voice trailed off as Richard pounced once more.

"So who else have you witnessed doing this horrible deed." Richard smirked, he was loving making Elizabeth squirm.

"Loads of other men ..." Elizabeth started to bluster.

"Like who ..." Richard replied with a jokey sarcasm, "if you're so sure, name somebody else that you've witnessed doing it ... huh ... well?"

"I don't remember but I've seen it ..."

"What about Brandon's mate, Gary ... and Shane ... Shane the gardener, did you see them do it!" Richard interrupted.

"I don't know ... probably they did ... I suppose so ... I can't really remember ..."

"Maybe they did and they did it because they were around YOU!" Richard joked with a big grin on his face. "Maybe YOU were turning them on!"

"You really are STUPID!" Elizabeth retorted, her hackles rising. A rush of guilt hit her hard at the mention of the names of the two men who had fucked her recently.

Richard was laughing so hard he almost choked. If he'd known that his wife had carnal knowledge of the two men he had mentioned he might not have been so amused with his joke.

* * *

An hour or so after Richard left on his business trip, Elizabeth finished off what housework she could. It was time to unwind, to chill out and as she'd booked a few days off work, look forward to the rest of the week.

She selected a bottle of wine from the rack and carefully read the label to check out not only where it was from but to see what grapes had been used to make the blend. It wasn't a vineyard she was familiar with as the bottle was the first one from a case of twelve Richard had ordered from a wine club he'd found on the internet.

She pulled the cork and decanted the red liquid into a carafe. Taking her wine glass she poured in enough just to allow her to sample it. She swirled it round to look at it's colour and then inhaled deeply, picking out the scents before she took a generous mouthful. She swilled it round inside her mouth before she swallowed. She sighed as the flavours and different tastes assaulted her senses. She could tell it was a fruits forward wine. As the wine critic's would no doubt write, it had a good nose. She took another drink and nodded appreciatively. She just liked it.

Switching on the television she filled her glass and settled into her cushion on the two seater sofa.

She really liked this wine. She realised that when a couple of hours later she found the bottle was nearly empty. It was very pleasant and very drinkable.

She stood up to go to the toilet. "Whoops a daisy," she giggled as she lurched slightly before regaining her balance. She staggered off realising that she had a bit of a buzz going on.

She had just returned to her seat when there was a loud banging on her back door. Struggling back up she tottered over to see who it was. As she switched on the outside porch light she saw it was Liam. She opened the door to him.

"Liam, is there anything the matter?" she asked, her motherly concern clearly evident.

"No, no nothing at all," Liam replied. He swallowed hard as he looked at Elizabeth's gigantic tits pushing out from her chest. As was customary for Elizabeth when she was at home she was wearing a tight fitting tee shirt, which did nothing but enhance her large upper body shape. "I just thought you could use some company, that's all." He swallowed hard again as he looked into her enticing cleavage.

"Oh that's so sweet of you," Elizabeth answered with a smile, "come on in then." She opened the door wider.

She showed Liam to a seat opposite her two seater sofa. As he plonked himself down she noticed he was still wearing his grey shorts.

"Right can I get you a drink then, lemonade or a coke?"

"Err, have you got any beer?"

"Beer, aren't you too young to drink Liam?" Elizabeth scolded him.

"Yeah but Tommy lets me have a beer sometimes, especially when I've done some hard work for him ... If you know what I mean?"

Elizabeth looked at Liam. The cheeky little so and so was grinning broadly. "Does he now ... I suppose you're referring to the fence then I take it," she said with a bemused look on her face.

"Errmm, you could say that," Liam replied still grinning inanely.

Elizabeth sighed. "Go on then ... I'm sure you'll find a beer in the fridge, help yourself."

Liam jumped up and returned with a can. He cracked it open and took a long drink straight from the can. He sprawled out in his seat, opening his legs wide. Elizabeth couldn't help but look at him.

"Don't you want a glass Liam?"

"No, I'm good," he replied. "What about you. You not joining me in a drink then?"

Elizabeth reached for her bottle of wine. "It's empty," she giggled.

"Tsk tsk. You've drunk that all to yourself?" he scolded. "Well I suppose you could always open another." He smiled at Elizabeth.

"I could but I don't think my husband would be too impressed if he found out I'd opened two bottles of his best vino!" she smiled back.

Liam necked the rest of his beer. Setting the can down on the table he smacked his lips. "That was good."

"Want another?" Elizabeth queried.

"Err yeah, I would but there's no more in the fridge and you can't drink warm beer."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She laughed. "Aren't I just the most useless hostess!"

"No you're not," Liam replied. He paused briefly. "I know what we can do, we can do some shots. Tommy's got loads at our house, I'll nip round and get some."

"No, no that's okay Liam," Elizabeth replied, "I don't want any shots thank you ..." her voice petered out as she realised Liam was ignoring her and was already up and running out the back door.

"Here we go." Liam arrived back in no time cradling a large box in his arms. He placed the box on the table and reached inside for a bottle and two glasses. Opening it he poured some of the green liquid into one of the small glasses, which he held out for Elizabeth.

"Here you go Mrs York," he said proffering the glass.

Elizabeth looked at him with a steely gaze. "I don't think I'm going to like it," she said.

"Go on, just one, try it, you might actually find you do," he said earnestly before flashing her his cheeky smile. Elizabeth looked at him. She noticed that when he smiled he had the cutest dimples.

"Go on ... try it," he insisted, pushing the glass nearer to her.

She reached out. Okay, it was only a small glass, it wouldn't harm to try it. She knocked it back in one.

Was that it? She had expected an immediate reaction. Some sort of kick, some sort of buzz. But nothing?

"That was nice ... I think ..."

"Here, try another," Liam filled her shot glass. "Down the hatch," he said.

She knocked it back in one. "I'm not sure I actually like the taste of this," she said as she pulled a face.

"Okay, here try this one." Liam pulled out another bottle from the box. "This one's peach flavoured."

"Oh I like peach," Elizabeth slurred. She burped and then giggled. "Excuuuse me ..."

Liam laughed. "You're so funny Mrs York, you know that. You really crack me up."

He poured her a glass full and she knocked it back.

"Oohhh ... that's nice ... mmmm ... I'll have another one of those Liam if you don't mind." She wiggled her glass in front of Liam. He could tell she was well pissed now. He thought he should probably ease up, after all he didn't want her to pass out on him.

"Okay, but this is your last one," he said, "I don't want you too drunk."

"WHY ... Why don't you want me drunk then Liam?" Elizabeth cackled at some hidden joke that only she understood. She knocked back her drink. Liam filled her glass again.

He smiled enigmatically back at her.

"Tell me Liam, you're a young man," she was slurring her words badly now, "so why ... tell me why ... why do young men play with themselves all the time ... huh ... I've been meaning to ask you cos I see you doing it all the time ... so why DO you do it!"

She giggled and then hiccuped. Liam laughed at her.

"I've seen you ... with your hands down inside your shorts ... fiddling around with ... with ..." She wagged her finger at him, smiling, her body swaying from the effects of the booze.

"So what's so special about ... what you've got huh ... why do men do it ... why do you do it ... have you got something in there then ..." she giggled again, "or have you just got an itch ..."

"You could say that," Liam grinned at her, his hand now rubbing his growing bulge through the fabric of his shorts.

Elizabeth watched transfixed, her eyes glued to his hand as she saw it slide up to the waistband and then disappear inside his shorts.

Liam grinned broadly, although his heart was beating like a jackhammer as he pulled his cock out. All nine and five eighth inches of it. He knew it was this length as he had measured it every day for the past three years.

"HOLY SHIT!" Elizabeth's mouth opened wide. She could not believe a young lad as old as Liam could possibly possess such a thing. It was huge and not only was it long it was ridiculously thick. She gulped hard as she felt an unwelcome and inappropriate stirring inside her body.

She had felt confident at first just teasing him and messing with his head but now, now this was totally out of her control.

Liam shifted across to join her on the two seater sofa, tucking away his cock inside his shorts as he did. She could see his eyes were firmly locked onto her breasts and that thought only served to inflame her arousal. To have younger men such as Gary and Shane lusting after her was one thing but for her to feel this turned on by a young teenager was a whole different ball game.

"Do you mind if I kiss you?" Liam asked as he placed his hand on her thigh. He began to slowly rub it up and down her leg. Elizabeth could feel her pussy twitching as her pussy lips filled with blood and as they swelled and engorged began to rub against her lacy thong. Fuuucckk ... she sighed deeply ... this shouldn't be happening.

"Why would you want to kiss an old ..." Her protestations were muffled as he lent forward and pushed his mouth against hers. He pressed softly to begin with but when Elizabeth did not respond, he pressed harder. He moved his lips from side to side trying to get her to kiss him back.

She knew deep down she shouldn't but she couldn't help herself and as her resolve weakened Elizabeth finally returned his kisses, opening her mouth slightly to allow his tongue to enter and engage with hers. They duelled inside each others mouths and kissed harder and harder.

Liam couldn't believe his luck. She was kissing him. MRS FUCKING YORK WAS KISSING HIM!

It seemed only natural for him to bring his right hand up onto her large left breast. It was just sort of sitting there, proud and high, straining against her tight fitting tee shirt just begging to be fondled.

His hand closed round it and he groaned. He could feel the heaviness and size of her breast as he manipulated it inside her bra. His cock was now throbbing and pulsating wildly. He was in heaven but if he wasn't careful he was going to cream his pants before he got much further and that wouldn't do, wouldn't do at all.

Elizabeth's body responded to his groping of her boob. She arched her back, thrusting out her chest to push her boob further into Liam's grasp. She wanted him to grope her harder, to fondle it, to massage it, to play with it and squeeze it again and again.

She turned slightly, giving Liam access to her other breast as well. He needed no more encouragement as his other hand closed round her right breast and he squeezed.

"Ohhhh ... fuuuuucckk ..." Elizabeth groaned loudly as Liam pushed and pulled at both breasts, forcing them together, creating a deep cleavage before pulling them apart. Elizabeth's legs parted and her hips began to move, her pussy desperate now to get in on the action.

Liam's cock was throbbing painfully inside his shorts and he almost came on the spot when Elizabeth's hand ran over his pulsating bulge. It was all he could do not to explode from the touch of her sexy fingers on his body.

She was panting hard, her breath raspy as she broke the kiss and looked at Liam through hooded eyes.

"You are very naughty Liam, you shouldn't be doing this, I'm a married woman," she breathed huskily, "you need to be punished."

She squeezed hard on his cock causing him to yelp in pain. He squeezed her breasts hard in retaliation, causing her to squeal.

He pulled at her tee shirt, dragging it out from her jeans. She lifted her arms and let him remove it completely. Her breasts were now exposed to him for the very first time and he loved it. Her creamy white flesh was barely encased in her spotted bra and he delighted in watching her breasts wobble and jiggle over the top of it as her chest heaved with every deep breath she was now taking.