Victoria's Secrets Ch. 02

"Looks like somebody is ready to play," she whispered into Tommy's ear. "Is it ok? Can I Tommy?" her voice higher pitched than usual, pleading as if she feared he would deny her it. "Can I stroke your cock, big boy?"

"Oh fuck yes, Mrs. Madison," Tommy replied, sighing as he felt her wet hole continue to grind against his finger.

Immediately he felt her soft, delicate fingers wrap around his throbbing pole, gently sliding up. When they reached the top, a single manicured nail ran around the ridge of his flared head, then up the sensitive underside and over the leaking tip.

"Tommy," Mrs. Madison whispered, "I love your cock, baby." Placing two fingers on the sides of his shaft, she slowly lowered her hand, her palm pressing against the vein on the bottom of his cock. She giggled at the shiver and gasp that her manipulations produced in Tommy. Reaching the base of his cock, her fingertips ran over his tight ball sack, toying with the dark hair covering him.

"Mmmm," she moaned again, hot breath against his ear, "So tight already. Are you going to give me another hot load, Tommy?"

He nodded, fucking his finger in and out of her wet slit as her hips continued to rock slowly against him. Another shiver ran through him as her fingernails raked up against his sensitive shaft.

"If there's somethin' you want, all you have to do is ask, darlin'," she whispered huskily, playing up her accent. "Here, I'll show you."

Pulling back, she locked eyes with him while her fingers slid back down his hardness to run gentle circles over his balls. "Tommy, I want you to shove another finger in my fuckhole and fuck me like you mean it." Her voice was harsh, commanding, and needy all at once. He immediately did as he was told, pushing a second finger inside her, feeling her walls stretch and then tighten down on his digits. With two fingers now inside her soaked cunt, he began to piston his hand in and out, pounding her with his fingers.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" she cried out, fucking her hips towards him, crushing her massive tits against his bare chest. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me, Tommy!"

As he continued to shove his fingers forcefully in and out of his neighbor, Tommy felt her ragged breath on his ear once more. "Your turn, sweet boy. Tell me what you want."

"I..." he began, nervous. "I want you to touch me... more."

She giggled at his response, and then gasped as his fingers pressed especially deep inside her. "Tell me how, Tommy."

"I want you to stroke my cock," he finally managed, feeling her hand circle his shaft, slowly working up and down.

"Mmm, better," she said. "Now, there's something, ah! Something else I want you to do for me. Do you know where my clit is?"

"Sort of," he replied before gasping as soft, sensuous fingers ran across the silken head of his cock. He had looked it up online once and he had noticed where Mrs. Madison had rubbed herself while playing with the glass toy.

"Sort of," she repeated laughing slightly, before scrunching her face in concentration and pushing up with her legs so she could fuck herself on his fingers for a moment. "Ah..." she sighed as she sat back down, Tommy's fingers still working on her slit. Taking her hand from his cock, she took his hand in hers, causing him to stop his thrusting.

"Here sweetie, turn your hand like this. Mmmm... you should try turning like that while you finger me, it feels nice... Now take your thumb, and rub it in soft circles right here."

As soon as he started, Mrs. Madison pulled tightly against him, crying out as her fingernails dug into his shoulder. "Yes! Tommy! Just like that!"

She bucked against him, moaning and gasping, his cock pressing against her belly as his thumb toyed with the pearl hidden under her womanly folds. With his hand in this position, palm up, he had trouble getting as deep with his fingers while still toying with her clit. Not knowing what else to do, he squeezed up with his fingers, to get a better hold as his thumb ran back and forth over her swollen nub.

"Holy fuck! Tommy, yes!" she cried out in response. Uncertain, he repeated the movement, running his fingers across the top wall of her vagina while his thumb flicked back and forth over her clit.

"Yes, yes, fuck baby! Fuck! You're making me cum!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around his hips, rocking her soft body against his as she let out one long scream.

"Enough!" she finally called out, pulling his hand away from her, "Enough, Tommy, enough." She sighed loudly, letting go of him and dropping back onto the bed, her large tits bouncing in the pink open cup bra still struggling to contain them.

Standing there, he looked down at her, his throbbing staff standing out above her wet, abused pussy. The paler vee of her sex was soaked in her juices, even the triangle of hair above her cleft was matted down with fluid. The lips of her pussy were pink and swollen, and seemed to be begging for his cock to fill them. But he couldn't; he must not give in. He closed his eyes, trying to control himself.

"Its ok, sweetie. My sweet, sweet Tommy," came Mrs. Madison's voice, soft and soothing, "You don't ever have to do anything you don't want to do. Just tell me what you want."

"I want..."

To fuck you, he thought. But he couldn't, he wanted it so badly, but was so scared. He was supposed to wait.

"I want you to touch me," he finally said, opening his eyes.

Holding herself up on one elbow, Mrs. Madison reached out and ran a fingertip up and down the bottom of his shaft. "Surely you want more than this," she said, a teasing smile on her lips.

He nodded at her.

"Then just say it, sweet boy. Say it, and I'll give it to you."

"Stroke me. Stroke my dick till I cum."

"Much better!" she said gleefully, wrapping her soft fingers around his dick once more.

With his focus entirely on himself this time, Tommy was amazed at just how different it was than when he touched himself. Sure, there were similarities, but mostly it was just a whole new world. When he touched himself, his movements often mimicked his urges, his grip tightening and strokes quickening as his pleasure mounted. But Mrs. Madison's movements didn't alter. His need grew, but her strokes remained the same - long and slow. Her small, soft, feminine hand moved up and down his rigid pole, sometimes lightly twisting at the ridge of his head before moving back down. The result was exquisite, his need to cum slowly reaching a boil inside him.

"Oh, god..." he suddenly gasped, his legs growing weak causing him to bend over the bed slightly to rest his weight on one hand. Looking up at her, he noticed the streaks across her large globes from where he had cum earlier, the sight driving him ever closer to cumming again. His hips began to push as her hand moved down on him, drawing back as she moved up. In response to fucking her hand, Mrs. Madison began to stroke him harder.

"That's it Tommy, fuck it. Fuck my cunt," she said, urging him onward. "Want to feel you when you cum. Cum for me, my naughty boy!"

"Oh, shiiit..." he growled, his teeth clenched, eyes shut, as the first shot rocketed out of his cock. He felt Mrs. Madison pull his cock downward as he came, still fucking it back and forth with her hand. More semen shot from the tip, more and more. Finally, he let out a long moan as his orgasm ended, Mrs. Madison squeezing the last of his cum onto her hand from his spent rod.

Opening his eyes, he watched as she took the final drop of his fluid on her fingers and brought them to her mouth, moaning as she tasted him again.

"Oh, Tommy..." she finally sighed, but didn't finish her thought out loud.

Looking down at her, Tommy was amazed at the mess they had made. A long streak of his thick, white fluid extended across her belly, but the rest had been directed lower. His orgasm had coated her pale sex with droplets and lines of pearlescent fluid. Some of her short dark hair was even matted together with his sticky cum.

Mrs. Madison's fingers on her left hand ran circles around the big rosey circles of her nipples, while her other hand, fingers licked clean, moved down to the mess between her legs. She sighed and arched upwards slightly as her fingers moved through the sticky mess, smearing the fluid across her skin. But what made Tommy's jaw drop was when her fingers, coated in his semen, slipped between her pussy lips. Her supple legs around his waist tightening as she rubbed his cream into her clit before pushing the rest of it deep inside her hole.

"What...?" he couldn't help but ask, the rest of his question dying on his lips.

"Mmmm..." she moaned, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones. "Just putting it where it belongs, sweetie." She moaned and arched again as her fingers pushed more of his cum inside her.

Tommy wasn't sure how long they had been in Mrs. Madison's room, or even how long he stood, awestruck, as the mature, busty woman of his fantasies pushed his sticky load inside her wet pussy. But finally, it came to an end.

"That was wonderful, Tommy," she told him. "I think I may need your help around here often this summer, if you're willing."

"Of course!" he replied eagerly.

"Good," she said, her voice sounding far off as she continued to run her hands up and down her body, goose bumps appearing on her tanned flesh. "But for today, you should get home. Wouldn't want your mother to worry."

"Oh shit," he cursed.

How long have I been here? And just how loud had we been? What if my mom had heard? Mrs. Madison had been screaming like I was actually fucking her - would mom believe the truth? Would it even fucking matter if she did!?

Throwing on his clothes in a panic, he nearly ran out of the room without another word. Stopping he, stuck his head back in her room, "Bye, Mrs. Madison."

Still laying naked, save for her lacy pink bra and his cum, she turned towards the door, laughing at him. "Just go Tommy, go!"

*****

Arriving home, he found his mom in the kitchen preparing dinner.

"Did everything go ok? You look like you really worked up a sweat, Thomas."

"Yeah, of course it did. It was just a lot more work than I think she expected," he said, hoping she'd believe the lie.

"Well, I think it's wonderful that you helped her out; she's all by herself you know?"

"Yeah, she told me. Mom, do I have time for a shower before dinner?"

"Sure thing," she replied, turning back to the meal in progress.

Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, his mind whirred. Mom hadn't been pissed, so she must not have heard! Or was she just too embarrassed to say anything, and was waiting for his dad to get home? No, he thought, recalling the time she had given him an earful over a Maxim his friend had left in his room after a sleepover. The girls in there weren't even naked and he thought she was going to skin him alive. If she knew, he would know it.

That night at dinner, Tommy sat with his family, picking at the meatloaf his mother had prepared. He was struck by how completely normal everything was. This afternoon his world had been completely turned upside down in a way that most people probably wouldn't even believe. And yet here they all sat, eating a dinner they had eaten a hundred times before, talking about the same things they always talked about. For the most part at least.

"Oh, Thomas, Vicky called while you were in the shower. She was very grateful that you gave her a hand this afternoon."

Tommy nearly choked on his food at his mother's choice of words, but managed to wash it down with some water.

"She asked if you'd be available to mow her lawn tomorrow. I told her your afternoon was free, I hope you don't mind."

"No, no... That should be fine," he answered, trying to focus on the food on his plate, suddenly unable to look his parents in the face. He supposed it was partly guilt he was feeling, but mostly he didn't want them to see the excitement on his face.

*****

To Tommy it seemed like Sunday afternoon would never come. Church lasted forever, dragging on and on and on. And then his father insisted they go out for lunch as a family afterwards. The entire time, all he could think about was Mrs. Madison. The way her breasts looked. The way her hand felt on his dick. The way she moaned and the way she talked as they had touched one another. The way she was so excited by the sight and feel of his cum. And the way she screamed when she came.

He spent most of the morning sitting down, trying to hide the bulge twitching in his black slacks.

When they finally got home, Tommy rushed to his room to change into suitable work clothes: an old t-shirt, athletic shorts, old socks and tennis shoes. On his way out the door, his mom yelled something about taking Kara out, though he didn't really care where they were going.

Heading over to Mrs. Madison's house, he knocked on the front door and waited. And waited. Just as he was about to knock again, the door opened. The first thing he noticed were her large breasts jutting out, nearly spilling out of the neckline of her sundress. The dress itself was bright red, matching the color of her lips that afternoon, with white polka dots. It looked as if it had been made especially for Mrs. Madison. The neckline swooped low to display her generous cleavage, and it was sewn up just under her breasts to pull the rest of the dress tightly back to her body. The lower half of the dress clung to her waist, showing off her womanly curves, and didn't even reach midthigh. On top of her head sat a large, white sun hat; apart from a few stray strands her blonde hair was done up and tucked under the hat.

"Hello, Tommy!" she exclaimed as she bounded out of her house. Her lively steps causing her front to sway hypnotically. "Let me show you where the lawnmower is," she said, leading the way, barefoot, across her small front yard.

"I'll be in the backyard," Mrs. Madison explained as Tommy pulled the lawnmower out of the garage from beside her white sports car. "Just come on back when you finish the front."

"Sure thing," he replied.

Tommy watched her ass sway under the short dress as she made her way around the side of the house. Part way there, she turned back to him and placed a hand on her hip. "It's not going to cut itself, darlin'!" she called out to him.

Smiling sheepishly, Tommy turned his attention to the lawnmower. It was a cheap and simple pull-start gas mower. Nothing fancy but good enough to get the small yard taken care of. At least that's what he thought. It ended up being a much more grueling task than he had anticipated. The grass had been left so long that it was thick enough to slow him down, and the bag needed emptied frequently. But the work was mindless, which allowed his thoughts to drift to more pleasant things, like the previous afternoon.

Soon enough the front yard was cut, and he made his way around back. Around the back of the house was a large porch, and sitting on the table on the porch was a pitcher of ice water. Pouring himself a glass, he guzzled down the refreshingly cold liquid and watched his neighbor as she bent over to work on the plants surrounding the edge of the house. As he started his second glass of water Mrs. Madison looked up and waved. He smiled and waved back, finished his water and returned to the lawnmower.

As he worked the backyard, he couldn't help but watch his shapely neighbor as she worked. It seemed that every time he looked she was bent over. Sometimes she was kneeling down, reaching for something, her dress pulled up in the back revealing a white thong running up the crack of her ass, the front of which was pulled tight enough he could make out the shape of her shaved cleft. Other times she was bent forward to pick up something from the ground, her lightly tanned tits nearly spilling out of her dress. By the time he was done, his cock was thick and throbbing, aching for release.

Joining Mrs. Madison on the deck, he drank another glass of water, smiling as she openly stared at the hard on straining against his shorts.

"Not so nervous today, hmmm?" she inquired, noticing his smile.

"Well, I was a little worried last night," he admitted, "but since you asked me to come back over I figured things must be fine."

Smiling at him, she drank some water from her glass, not saying anything more. Suddenly nervous about the lull in conversation, he blurted out, "I had a really good time yesterday, Mrs. Madison."

Well, that sounded stupid, he scolded himself.

Her red lips widened into a sly grin as she looked at him. "Yes. I noticed," she said with a playful wink as she dragged a finger across one of her breasts before acting as if she was licking something off of her finger.

Blushing Tommy looked at the ground. Rising from her chair she stepped over to him, and lifted his face to meet her piercing blue eyes. "I had a good time, too, sweetie. And I sure hope you noticed," she said, her voice soft and sultry.

"But," she continued, "our work today took longer than I had planned."

"Yeah," he agreed, "the grass was a lot thicker than I expected."

"Well, I guess you'll have to come over to lend me a hand regularly," she said with another wink. "But for now, I suppose you should head home before your mother worries."

"I don't really want to go," he admitted, earning him another wide smile from Mrs. Madison. "But I suppose you're right."

"Its ok, sugar. There will be plenty more opportunities this summer, I'm sure."

Nodding and giving her a smile, Tommy told her bye and headed back home.

*****

Reaching his own house, he tried to open the front door but found it locked. Heading around back, he found the back door locked, too. Uncertain what to do, he returned to Mrs. Madison's house.

"Tommy? What's wrong," she asked when she answered the door. With her hat gone, her platinum blonde tresses flowed freely in the afternoon breeze.

"My parents took my sister out, and apparently locked all the doors, so I'm locked out."

"Well come on in sweetie, I wouldn't mind spending a little more time with you!"

Stepping into her house, Tommy was floored by the large TV in the living room. It had to be over sixty inches.

"Hi, Georgia? It's Vicky," came Mrs. Madison's voice behind him. "Oh, he's fine. But he's locked out... Mmmhmm... Yes, he should be ok to wait here that long... Bye."

Turning around Tommy looked at Mrs. Madison expectantly.

"We've got about an hour. Why don't you go up to the guest room and clean up?" she suggested, with a smile.

Smiling to himself, Tommy made his way upstairs. His cock growing hard as he considered the possibility that Mrs. Madison might give him another handjob, or let him touch her again.

Jumping into the shower, Tommy made quick work of washing up. As much as his cock ached to be touched he avoided doing more than washing, not wanting to waste any of their precious time. But with the thick coating of grass, dirt, and sweat, it still took longer to get clean than usual.

Hoping they still had time for some fun, Tommy jumped out of the shower only to realize there was no towel.

"Shit," he cursed, but before he could call out he heard the door from the hall to the guest bedroom open.

"Tommy," he heard Mrs. Madison call out. "If you're done, I've got a towel for you."

"Thanks!" he called out, wrapping his arms across his chest, shivering from the air conditioning on his wet skin.

A cold gust of air blew into the room as Mrs. Madison opened the door. The suddenness caused Tommy to reflexively cover his swollen, but still soft, manhood with his hands. A twinge of embarrassment filled him as his sexy neighbor saw him fresh from the shower.

His reaction brought a giggle from the mature woman standing in front of him. "Oh, bless your heart. Like I haven't seen it all before!"

He knew that she was trying to put him at ease, but as he realized how silly it was to try to hide himself from her his embarrassment grew. Still, he didn't want to look foolish to her, so he forced his hands away from his groin, allowing her to see his slowly hardening dick.