The Beckoning Breasts

Zack's body moved on its own. He was unable and unwilling to stop his march over to the laundry room. Sarah sensed the movement and looked up with a gasp. Before the blonde-haired MILF could say anything, Zack's lips met hers.

Sarah attempted to keep her lips closed, but the fierce passion that her friend's son showed caused her to relent. When his tongue invaded her mouth, the loyal wife sighed, signaling how incredible the kiss felt. Once her **** subsided, Sarah's tongue went into action as their arms wrapped around each other's bodies. Sarah's hands entwined around the teen's neck while Zack's hands kneaded the hot mom's curvy ass.

Needing more, Zack's hands slid up the woman's back. Expertly unhooking her light blue bra, Zack picked Sarah up by the hips and placed her on the washing machine. The wanton need in their eyes communicated as Sarah slumped her shoulders, allowing her bra to slide off. Without any hesitation, the teen lunged forward. One hand captured a big tit while his mouth latched onto a hard pink nipple.

"Yes, oh, yes! Suck my tits, Zacky, suck!" Sarah moaned. Her hands slid through his brown hair as they pulled his head closer.

"Fuggin imredable," Zack said, his mouth muffled by the abundance of tit flesh.

"How I wish I had milk for you, baby," Sarah mewled.

Envisioning her already huge tits turning mammoth-like with milk, Zack raised his head. Staring in awe for a moment, a sinister smirk formed on his face.

"I think it's time we correct that problem." Sliding his hands under Sarah's long, loose skirt, Zack found her soaking wet panties. Pleased at their dampness, he moved his hands to her sides and began to slide them down.

Sarah lifted her butt slightly, allowing him to pull the panties down. Still, she felt a pang of guilt.

"Zack, baby, we can't. I'm a married woman," the blonde protested. "I'm the mother of two of your friends, and I'm twice your—fuck me!"

"That's what I'm about to do," Zack boasted. His confidence was at an all-time high at the way Mrs. Woodsen hungrily started at his exposed cock.

Without thinking, Sarah spread her legs wide and bunched up her long skirt. Zack stepped forward, planning to immediately spear her forbidden land. Only Sarah brushed his hand away. Taking his long, thick cock in her hand, the soon-to-be cheating wife said, "Let me put it in, baby."

"Let me run upstairs and get a top," Sarah said without her mouth moving. "I'll grab a couple to choose from."

Confused, Zack blinked his eyes several times. Then his vision zoomed out, almost like a camera panning out. Suddenly, Zack found himself back in the spot where he'd first spotted Mrs. Woodsen.

"Don't make a big deal about it," Sarah said, her mouth moving this time.

"Nonsense. You need to wow people when you step off the plane," Zack's mother said, her back appearing in the doorway.

"Not again," Zack groaned. Hurriedly, he stepped over to his bedroom, all the while cursing those damn erotic daydreams that keep happening more and more.

Opening his door, Zack's shoulders sagged as an incredible ass clad in jean shorts welcomed him. Immediately looking down, he spotted the big top tent sticking out of his shorts. Grabbing a few dirty clothes off the floor, Zack barely managed to cover his front before Paris turned her head to him.

"I wondered if you'd clean up this pigsty with guests coming over," Paris commented. Her hand never stopped petting Orion, Zack's black cat.

"It's not a pigsty. It's just my clothes from yesterday," Zack shot back, moving toward his desk. Sitting down on its chair, he hunched over until his erection subsided. That wasn't helped as Paris turned onto her side to look at her cousin. The move tightened her t-shirt against her front, clinging tightly to large breasts. "I-It's not as if the washing machine was free last night. Mom got anal about cleaning everything before she leaves."

"I beat that's not the only anal she gets," Paris cracked.

"That's gross! She's my mom," Zack reminded his cousin.

"Please. I've heard Aunt Monica's high school stories on her wine nights," Paris replied, rolling over onto her back.

Orion climbed up on her stomach. Placing his head just under her breast, the black cat closed his eyes to take a nap. For the first time in his life, Zack felt envious of his cat.

"So, what was Hannah freaking out about?" Paris asked.

"You heard her?"

"I think the whole cul-de-sac heard her."

"Hannah found out that Peter doesn't have to stay here," Zack relayed.

"He doesn't?!" Paris asked, her head shooting up.

"Nope. He'll be around a few nights. Why?" Zack asked. He knew the answer but still wanted to tease his cousin. Paris wouldn't admit it, but his cousin had a crush on the older guy.

"Uh, I don't—I don't want Taylor to feel that she needs the bad guy all the time. If Peter's here, then Hannah will behave more," Paris hastily made up.

"So, how many days are you planning to stay here?"

"I'm not sure. Why?"

"Unless you have shirts stashed elsewhere in the house besides my closet, you're gonna need more," Zack pointed out.

"I'll run back home later and pack a bag," Paris said, stretching out as she yawned. "Want to play a game while we hide down here?"

"You sure you don't need a nap?" Zack asked, already getting up to grab a couple of game controllers.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Hey, honey," Monica greeted, smiling as she peeked her head into the room. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure," Zack responded.

"While I was grabbing a replacement top for Sarah, I found one that I just have to bring," Monica started.

Paris raised her eyebrows in curiosity. An expression that Zack picked up on.

"Hannah splashed juice on her mom's top when she had her tantrum," Zack filled in the blank.

"Ah," Paris nodded.

"Yes, so the issue is that my suitcase was already jam-packed. Now, I can't get it shut," Monica continued. "Can my strong little boy help me out?"

Paris chucked at the description of her cousin. That earned her a dirty look in return from him.

"Sure, Mom. Paris was about to take a nap anyway," Zack said, causing his cousin to stick her tongue out at him.

"Don't tell your uncle, honey. But if you need to use our bed on the nights that Peter's not here, that's fine," Monica nearly whispered, glancing over her shoulder.

"Thanks, Aunt Monica, but I'll just share Zack's bed and push his butt onto the floor halfway through the night," Paris remarked as Zack slide past his mom in the doorway.

"Well, that's at your own risk, sweetie. You know how teenage boys like to make wood at night," Monica teased.

"Mom!" Zack yelled from halfway up the stairs.

He ended up slammed the basement door behind him as their combined laughter followed him. Walking into the kitchen, Zack spotted his mother's suitcase on the floor. He'd almost suggested that she put a few things into one of his father's suitcases. Strangely, his mom only had one, while his dad had two for the trip. He figured his dad wanted as many options as possible to wear for his conference. Still, his mom should take an extra one. It sounded as if she planned to go on a shopping spree on the trip.

Figuring that his mom had a plan, Zack bent down in front of the suitcase. He whistled at just how jam-packed it turned out to be. After several attempts to push the clothes down, he settled on kneeling on the suitcase as he slowly zipped it shut.

Suddenly, Zack felt a hand on his ass. It took a handful of his right buttcheek and squeezed.