“Damn, Dallas, I can’t believe you got Harry Valentini as your science project partner. He has the hottest mom in school, I swear.” Said Joe to his friend as the school bus turned into the

 

Dallas cut off his comrade. “Jeez, Joe, Harry’s a few seats in front of his. Firstly, that’s the worst thing one could hear about his own mom.” Dallas leaned back in his seat and was silent for a moment. “Secondly, you don’t have to tell me twice Mrs. Valentini’s a MILF.” The bus pulled to a stop, and Dallas rose and slung his backpack over his shoulder. “And I get to go over Harry’s house for the project. See ya, Joe.” He said to his friend, winking.

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Dark clouds hung over the land, rumbles in the distant.

 

“Good day to be inside, eh, Harry?”

 

Harry shrugged his shoulders silently.

 

“So your mom is giving us a ride?”

 

Harry flinched. Dallas was a good guy, thought Harry, but as with any guy in school, he couldn’t stand them when around his mom. “Yeah, she’s right there, in the white SUV.”

 

Harry got into the front passenger seat of the tinted vehicle. Dallas took the long way around, and got into the back passenger seat, so he could get a better view of Mrs. Valentini.

 

“Hi, boys, what’s up?” greeted the two as they entered the vehicle; it was the perky, dulcet voice of Mrs. Valentini, which Dallas had only the pleasure of hearing a few rare times previously.

 

Hi, mom.” Said a bitter Harry.

 

“Hey, Mrs. Valentini!” She was turned around in the driver’s seat, looking right at Dallas. The thirty-four year old’s blonde hair hanged around her DD-breasts, which nearly fell out of the top of her tight, white shirt. “Thanks for the ride.”

 

She put the car into gear and started driving. “Of course, honey, anytime.”

 

Harry decided he needed to arrest anymore contact between Dallas and his mother. “Dallas, we’re writing on the circulatory system, right?”

 

“Right, dude. I have my bio text. You got the book we took from the school library?” asked Dallas, as the car pulled into the Valentinis’ driveway.

 

Harry froze. “Shit!”

 

Mrs. Valentini lightly slapped her son’s knee. “Henry!”

 

“Sorry, mom. Man, I forgot it in my locker. We need that!” Seeing an opportunity to separate his mom and his classmate, he asked, “Mom, could you drive me to pick it up?”

 

Mrs. Valentini opened her door and stepped out, which was Dallas’s cue to do so as well. He quietly whistled at her ass and tight jeans.

 

“Honey, your brother’s just about to drive there; he needs to get something as well. You can go with him; I’ll give your friend the grand tour.” Mrs. Valentini smiled at Dallas; he returned it.

 

“Mom, I-“

 

“Here’s your brother now, Henry.” She called to her other son, who was starting his car. “Josh! Your brother needs to get something. Give him a ride?”

 

“Sure.” Replied Harry’s older brother. Harry stood stunned. He tried to look to someone for support, but could find none. He admitted defeat, and got into his brother’s car.

 

Mrs. Valentini lifted her palm, feeling for a few droplets of rain. “We’re just in time.” She said to Dallas. “Let’s get into the kitchen, I’ll get you something.” Dallas happily obliged, keeping his eyes on Mrs. Valentini’s wobbling ass the whole way to the kitchen. Sitting Dallas at the table, Mrs. Valentini gave her son’s friend a glass of milk and cookies.

 

“Wonderful, Mrs. V.” said Dallas.

 

“Oh, they’re nothing, honey…” Said Mrs. Valentini, drying a plate with disinterest. “You know, there’s something I’d like on the top shelf of the pantry, but I can’t reach it, and my husband’s been away on business for the week-Do you think you could reach it?”

 

“Anything I can do for you, Mrs. Valentini.” Replied Dallas. Considering her height, Mrs. Valentini should be able to reach it, Dallas thought. Well, you don’t question someone that hot. He got up and went to open the pantry door.

 

“Thanks honey. It’s a box of sugar, right on the top.” Dallas, stretching a bit, groped around for the box. Mrs. Valentini leaned back in a chair and enjoyed the show of the young man’s backside. “Oooo…”

 

Dallas finally felt the box, and brought it down. “Here you go, Mrs. V.”

 

“Thank you, Dallas. Sit back down, honey.” Said Mrs. Valentini, patting the chair next to her. Dallas obliged readily, attempting to conceal for sight the hard-on he had had since first seeing Mrs. Valentini in the car. “So, Dallas,” she continued, “I read your interview in the Press. Very, impressive, honey. You have a wonderful physique...” Dallas nearly jumped as he felt her put her hand on his leg, rubbing it.

“Thanks, Mrs. V-Valentini.” Stuttered Dallas. I can’t believe this….

 

“You know, honey, with the weather, I bet Josh and Harry won’t be back for a good long time.” Said Mrs. Valentini. She became more adventurous, as her hand spread further and further, eventually going between his legs. “Oh! Excited, Dallas?” Mrs. Valentini laughed.

 

Jeez!

 

Mrs. Valentini jumped up from her chair. “Let’s take that tour I talked about, eh? I’d love to show you my bedroom.”

 

Dallas nearly knocked over the table in getting up. “Sure!” The two went upstairs, and into the master bedroom. A large, king-sized bed dominated the center of the room.

 

“You know, honey, it’s been a bit lonely with Jack in Connecticut for the week. I’ve tried to stay satisfied…” Dallas then noticed a television in a cabinet before the bed; In front were DVD cases spread: College Boys Vol. II and Curious Studs No. 5 were but a few.

 

“But it doesn’t work so well, honey.” Dallas gulped as Mrs. Valentini continued.

 

Time to take the initiative. Dallas led Mrs. Valentini to sit on the edge of her bed. “Take a load off, Mrs. V.” She giggled. “I’ll take care of things, alright?”

 

“Sure, honey.” Mrs. Valentini’s smile grew as Dallas kneeled before her and began to remover her jeans.

 

Dallas pulled them down to her ankles, and then took off her moist thong. He licked his lips, and went to work.

 

“Oh, honey, yeah….Ooh!” Dallas looked into Mrs. Valentini’s eyes with a wonderfully mischievous glint in his, as his tongue flicked over her clitoris.

 

“Uhhh…oh! Honey, honey, wait.” Mrs. Valentini stopped Dallas. “Honey, I gotta do my part. Reversing positions, she sat Dallas on the bed, and kneeled before him.

 

“Sure things, Mrs. Valentini.” Said Dallas. “After all, you’re the host…” he murmured.

 

Mrs. Valentini unzipped Dallas’s fly. His eight-inch cock flew from his bulge.

 

“Ooh! Not quite as big as Jack’s, but good…I’m sorry, honey, I don’t mean to insult. I know you’ll grow!”

 

“Okay, baby, sure.” Dallas gently pushed Mrs. Valentini’s open mouth onto his cock. She went to work right away. While sliding her mouth up and down on Dallas’s shaft, she lightly squeezed his sizeable balls.

 

“Oh, fuck yeah, Mrs. V….Fuck, suck me down.” As she began to rub his cock with her hand, and lick his head, he murmured, “God, I’m gonna come!” She went faster until Dallas unloaded into her mouth. She swallowed every bit, and licked his head clean.

 

Mrs. Valentini stood and wiped her mouth. “Thanks, honey.”

 

“Shit, baby, we’re not done yet.” Dallas rolled over onto the bed, on his back. His dick still stood tall and proud. “Climb on papa.”

 

“Oo, honey!” Mrs. Valentini jumped onto the bed, mounted Dallas’s cock, and began riding.

 

Dallas smiled and grabbed onto her hips as Mrs. Valentini bounced wildly above him, her huge breasts flying from her shirt.

 

“Honey, yeah, oh, yes, I love it…Fuck, get it inside me!” Dallas always thought the moans were the best part, and he reciprocated in kind.

 

“Oh, baby, uhhh, uhhh. Mrs. Valentini, it’s great.” The bed creaked and strained under the pair’s thrashings. Dallas wondered what kind of nights Mrs. Valentini had spent with her husband before.

 

“Coming!” Dallas grunted, as Mrs. Valentini screamed out her lungs. She fell onto her back lying next to Dallas.

 

Mrs. Valentini slowly stroked Dallas’s semi-erect cock as he kissed her nipples.

 

“My boys should be home soon, honey.” Said Mrs. Valentini. Dallas got off the bed and began to dress.

 

“After your fine pussy, Mrs. V., I don’t think I can concentrate on the circulatory system. She giggled. “Tell Harry…I had to go home.”

 

“Anything, honey.”

 

Dallas stood at the bedroom door, he asked, “See you soon, Mrs. Valentini?”

 

She sat up on the bed. “And maybe, honey, I can convince Harry and Josh to go on Jack’s next trip?”

 

Dallas smiled. “Thanks for the cookies, Mrs. V.” He winked, and jogged down the stairs.