out 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.

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development.

œI am up, Mom!” he yelled. Dallas smiled at his horribly cheesy double entendre. He jumped from his bed, put on a pair of boxer shorts, and grabbed a creased photograph from beneath his mattress. He walked into his bathroom, promptly dropped his boxers, and unfolded the photo.
      It contained the likeness of his sister and her two friends, Ashley and Eva. Ashley was the epitome of the American Blonde; large, full breasts, and a wonderfully plump ass. Eva, or Evita, a Mexican beauty, was similar to Ashley in drop-dead gorgeousness, possessing a full C-cup chest and an ass to die for.
      In the photograph(which Dallas had “obtained” from his sister), the three were posing in a school hallway during a dance. Most fortunately for Dallas, his sister was on the far left, and she could be removed from sight with a fold. Ashley and Eva stuck out their chests and asses, both with mischievous looks on their faces. Since Dallas had studied the picture so many times, and his cock was so hard that he could come with a blow of the wind, he didn’t really need it; but, none the less, photo in hand, Dallas came with a few pumps of his shaft.
      “Oooh, yeah, put it between your tits…Fuck….Yeah, suck me…”
      Dallas bounded down the stairs, decent, to the front door. His mother was waiting.
      “Don’t forget, honey, that the reporter from the Press is coming to interview you today at practice.”
      “Right, thanks Mom,” Dallas said as struggled to make his why to the door, but his mother grabbed him around the neck.
      “Aw, my basketball star.”
      “Sure, Mom…
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      This was his zone. The squelch of sneakers on the court, balls hitting off the backboard and being landed into the net; Call me gay, but I love the testosterone in this gym. Dallas turned around as someone tapped on his shoulder.
      “Reporter’s here.” Said Dallas’ coach. “In the locker room. Go on over; it’s not like practice is gonna help you.” Dallas smiled. First in the state, South High’s basketball team owed more than a little to him. He had caught many eyes, and the Asbury Park Press wanted an interview.
      “Thanks, coach.” Dallas took a swig from his water bottle and jogged off to the locker room.
      He found the interviewer, sitting on a bench near his locker. To Dallas’ surprise and delight, she was a female: a young female: a hot one. She wore a suit and relatively short skirt. She had a large chest, and quite visible cleavage. Dallas licked his lips, giving her a few glances. She cleared her throat and stood.
      “Hello, I’m Sarah Kirk, of the Press.” She extended her hand.
      “Hi, Ms. Kirk. Good place for an interview.” Dallas said as he shook her hand. She sat down.
      “Well, I’m afraid I could find no other rooms.” Sarah took a pencil and pad out of her bag. She looked at Dallas, who was still standing. “Now, at what age did you-“
      “Sorry, Ms. Kirk.” Dallas took off his jersey and tossed into a basket. Bare-chested, he sat down on the bench. “You mind? I’m just so hot.”
 Sarah gulped. You’ve got that right…she thought. What a terrible thing to think! Yet still…
      “Ah, what age did I start?” Dallas asked. The reporter nodded. “Well, let’s see…” His legs were now widely-spread. A noticeable bulge had grown in his shorts. Dallas took his time in answering the question. “That’d be four. Yeah, I was four.” As Sarah jotted on her notepad, Dallas shifted closer to her, now nearly touching her. She wants it…Now or never.
      He placed his right hand on her leg. She looked up at the adolescent, model of a perfect body.
      “Nobody’s around, you know.” Dallas said. Sarah looked into his eyes, which contained a devilish charm.
      “Oh, dear…” She murmured.
 Dallas seized the moment; he leaned forward and thrust his tongue into her mouth, his hands on her head and back. She resisted for a moment, but soon paid Dallas in kind. They twisted tongues for awhile. Dallas’ hands moved downward, squeezing her ass.
      Sarah stopped for a moment. “Dallas, I-I don’t know…” He shushed her and continued. He began to unbutton her blouse. Her breasts fell forward, in a red bra. Licking his lips, he expertly unlaced it, and flicked his tongue over her right nipple.
      “Mmmm…ohhh…” Sarah moaned.
      Dallas continued sucking, licking, and gently twisting her tits. “You like it?”
      Sarah let out a few words from her sonances of pleasure; “Oh, God, yes!”

      Dallas stopped and sat straight on the bench. “Then how’s about repaying me?” He slid off his shorts, liberating his stiff cock.
      “Dallas…” She hesitated.
      “Come on, Ms. Kirk, repayment…”  Dallas had again that mischievous glint in his blue eyes. Sarah couldn’t resist; she took Dallas’ head into her mouth.
      “Ugggh…” She started to fondle his shaft, and then took his entire eight-inches into her mouth, as he murmured obscenities of pleasure.
      “Fuck, baby, yeah…Goddamn, yeah…” Dallas realized he didn’t need to tell Ms. Kirk he was about to come…
      …Which he did. “Ahhh…” To his surprise, she swallowed it and licked the rest of the cum off his head. She started to stand, thinking they were done.
      “Dallas, I-”
      “Hey, Ms. Kirk, I got some more…Lemme see that pretty pussy.” Sarah gulped, then quickly complied, removing her skirt and thoroughly-wet panties. Dallas sat her on the bench, and was about to penetrate her.
      “Dallas, we can’t…not without…You know.”
      Dallas chuckled and murmured, “Yeah, I’m pretty potent…” He leaned over and opened his locker. He rummaged through its contents-water bottles, T-shirts, issues of Playboy, Penthouse, and the like, lubricant- and grabbed what he was searching for, a condom. “Fits like a glove.”
      With that, Dallas held Sarah and slowly started pounding into her, increasing in intensity. They both began moaning and soon screaming, until they both orgasmed, with a hearty “Fuck!” moaned by Dallas at the apex.
      They both stood and began to dress, Dallas with a lethargic grin on his face.
      “So, how about that interview?” Dallas joked.
      Sarah was hastily putting away her things, as the doors to the gym were heard being opened. “Oh…I’ll bull shit something…Well, uh, good day, Dallas.” The entering basketball team was briefly treated to a view of the interviewer, disheveled hair, crumpled clothes, and all.
      “Hey, man.” Dallas and his friend Joe high-fived. Dallas still had on his smile. Joe looked around, and then at Dallas. “Wait…no, you didn’t…” Dallas winked

     "Shit, man!”
      “How’d the interview go, Dallas?” asked another teammate with a coy smile.
      “Pretty good.”