Stay with Mrs. Henderson

You say to her, “Yeah a sandwich would be good. I am a little hungry.”

She laughs and says, “Boys your age are always hungry, would you like turkey or ham?”

You bristle a bit; being called a boy always offends you. “Turkey would be great and I am not a boy anymore, you know. I think once a guy gets to 21 he ought to be past the point of being called a boy.”

She laughs again as she starts making the sandwich, “Point taken, I noticed that you were not a child. It’s nice at my age to know I can still have that effect on a man.”

Your still semi erect cock starts to swell again, and you realize that your face is burning bright red. Mrs. Henderson notices your embarrassment and laughs again, “My, I seem to have caught you by surprise with my notice of your erection. It was kind of hard not to notice given I was only a foot away from it.”

You did not know what to say next, so you don’t say anything. Mrs. Henderson continues, “Well follow me young man and let’s get you fixed up.”

You sit down at the bar across from her as she fixes your sandwich. You try to keep your eyes off of her braless tits, and how they jiggle just right as she moves around the kitchen. Then she finishes the sandwich and slides it across the counter to you. Then she leans forward on her elbows and your cock springs to full attention again as you can see right down the front of her blouse again. Her nipples are pink with big areole, and are fully erect. You can hardly tear your eyes from them, and you try to focus on the small talk she is making with you.

“Would you like a glass of milk?” you hear her say.

“Umm, sure,” you answer distractedly as she comes back up so you eye contact with her tits is broken.

She gets the milk and pours a full glass for you and as she sets it down she spills a little in your lap. “Oh I’m sorry, I’m so clumsy. She whips a towel off of the counter and onto your lap. Her hand begins to pat at the milk, and your erect cock. It is all you can do to stifle a moan of pleasure as she rubs your cock with her hand. The milk is cleaned up but she keeps working your cock through the towel with her hand. She leans close to your ear and you feel her warm breath as she says, “How does that feel? Is everything cleaned up?”