Andrea, mad with a wild, carnal lust that she could not comprehend, wished desperately that the boy would pull her shorts off and fuck her right there...on top of her breakfast table. But as she gazed into his eyes she saw a combination of competing emotions. There was desire there, certainly, but there was also fear and confusion and she realized suddenly that he was only seventeen after all and he was not ready for this and she was abruptly ashamed of herself because she was a trusted adult. He swallowed hard but did as I asked. I gasped when I felt him directly rub his fingers back and forth, stimulating my clit. “Right there,” I sighed, adjusting my tank top to draw attention to my breasts. “Is my baby sister horny?” he asked, with a sly smirk. “Mmm,” I said. “Can you help me?” “Let’s see,” he said, wriggling his fingers into my panties. By then my heart was pounding in my chest. He quickly located my clit and began to rub it. I was so wet that his finger slipped over me. So that is how he found himself the next night at that couples house, tired and fed up that he had capitulated and agreed to come to dinner the next night and be introduced to this divorced sister, who probably was a real dog that no-one really wanted to date, which is why she sat at home instead of going out. A single mother as well. He never dated single mothers, not after the last one. Every time he made arrangements to take her out the kid seemed to come too. It drove him crazy. He looked. The oil that now entirely covered her flabby and crinkled backside made her glisten. Sam saw that she parted her fat thighs and he could tell that she was ready so he gently put a finger up her arse that made Janet let out a soft sigh. She cried out again when he inserted two fingers deep into her shithole. ‘Oh yes, fuck my arse please Sam. But don’t come as I want you up my cunt as well’ Straddling her now upturned bum he carefully put in his cock and was shocked as she pushed back to get it.