Amber smiled as she heard her son’s girlfriend and his friend both bust out into laughter again, while her son groaned.  They were enjoying all his childhood pictures, even if Caleb wasn’t.

It was a time-honored tradition in the family.  She’d experienced it herself, and her mother had explained that it was how she got through all the times when Amber was being rotten as a child.  She knew that one day she’d have the delight of embarrassing her half to death with that photo album, as her mother had done to her.

Caleb knew that now, and he knew that his mother had another card to play if she wanted to – video.  He’d gone quite pale when she mentioned that.

Amber tucked an errant strand of blonde hair back behind her ear and heard Caleb’s girlfriend Jamie say, “You know I love you,” in an attempt to take some of the edge off.

Her son muttered something that Amber couldn’t hear, and a moment later, Jamie let out a snort and cracked up again – joined by his friend Del.

Caleb sighed and said, “Yeah, that’s my award winning Dad.  Going to get the camera first when I’m hanging from a fence post by my ripped underwear.”

Amber was a little embarrassed by the fact that even though she’d scolded Caleb’s father for that very reason, it was still one of her favorite photos.

The merriment in the front room continued as Amber put the finishing touches on Thanksgiving dinner.  She’d been up since four a.m. in order to have the early dinner, so that her son could go to his father’s for the afternoon, and then to visit Jamie’s family in the evening.  As far as she was concerned, it was worth it.

She peeked into the front room and she was happy to see that her son’s half smile indicated he wasn’t nearly as upset by the photos as he sounded.  The smile on Del’s face was a welcome one as well.  The young man had experienced a lot in his life from what Caleb had told her, and she was glad she could provide a nice holiday for him.

The microwave dinged, and Amber retrieved the final side dish of home canned garden corn.  She placed it on the table, took one last look at everything, and then pulled off her apron.  She smoothed out her dress and went to announce that dinner was served.

The excited, hungry looks on the three young people’s faces made her swell with pride.  Jamie looked impressed by the spread and presentation, which was especially gratifying, considering Amber was almost certain she was going to be her daughter-in-law shortly after the two graduated from college.

Amber smiled and gestured toward the turkey at the head of the table.  Behind her smile she steeled herself against critiquing her son’s carving technique.  His father had hacked away at a bird like a Neanderthal, so Caleb didn’t have a good example to draw from.  Amber had grown up with a father who made a grand production of carving a turkey, and did it with impeccable skill.

She was a fair hand at carving herself, but chose to adhere to tradition.

Caleb and Del both walked to the head of the table, where her son took up the knife and fork with a confidence that caught her off guard.  Her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide when he drew the knife through the meat in a smooth, perfectly executed stroke.

“Now, where did this come from?” she asked once she got over the shock.

Caleb chuckled and used the fork to point at his friend before setting back to work.

“My granddad taught me,” Del said.

Caleb then added, “And filmed it the first Thanksgiving he did it himself.  I told him he should upload it with a commentary track to save thousands of guys from embarrassing themselves every year.”

Del shrugged.  “Too many people start with the wings, and you need them to support the breast meat.”

“Exactly,” Amber said, and let out a chuckle.  She turned to Jamie and said, “Well, I can scratch that warning about him off my list, I suppose.”

All three of her dinner guests laughed.  Caleb then took up a generous slab of breast meat – with only a little fumbling – and placed it on his mother’s plate.

“First, best slice always goes to the chef,” he said as his friend nodded in approval behind him.

“Thank you, honey,” Amber responded.

Jamie received her slice next and offered Caleb a look of grateful adoration that gave Amber the shivers.

Del said, “You got this,” and took his seat in a vote of confidence to Caleb.

Her son finished carving the breast meat and placed the slices in an artful, overlapping pattern along the rim of the platter.  He then carved the wings and drumsticks with flourishes that weren’t perfect, but which she knew would improve with practice.

Amber caught Del’s eye and mouthed, Thank you.  He smiled and nodded.

That was more than enough to feed them all twice over, so Caleb took his seat, and they all dug in.  The bird could be stripped down to the bone later.

Smiling faces, good food, and compliments on the latter made it one of the best Thanksgivings Amber had experienced in many years.  Her cheeks were aching from smiling by the time everyone had put their flatware down.

“Anyone for dessert?” Amber asked.

Caleb and Del both groaned dramatically and slumped in their chairs.  Jamie chuckled and said, “I couldn’t eat another bite just yet.”

Amber blew out a long breath through pursed lips and said, “Me either.”  She groaned as she pushed her chair back.

Jamie tugged on Caleb’s sleeve as she did the same.  “Get up and help your mom.”

Caleb whimpered, but slid out of his seat.

“If you want, I can finish up the turkey,” Del suggested.

Delighted by the offer, Amber said, “By all means.  Thank you.”

Jamie volunteered to clean the three slow cookers, which took a significant burden off Amber’s shoulders.  All she needed to do was tell her son what containers she wanted to use, and he unerringly located them.  In addition to the main containers, they were dishing up disposable ones that the three would pick up on the way back to campus.

A not insignificant number of those containers were from previous years’ Cool-Whip.

Though their divorce hadn’t exactly been pleasant, she made up a plate for Caleb to take to his father as well.  Her feelings had mellowed over the years, and the thought of him eating a frozen turkey dinner for Thanksgiving simply didn’t sit well with her.  He always called to thank her the next day, and their conversation was pleasant more often than not.

Once Del finished with the turkey, he joined the other two in the kitchen.  Amber spent as much time carefully stacking everything in the refrigerator as anything, because her three helpers were taking care of business.

Caleb directed Del to the bathroom at one point, and then said, “Don’t forget to check out the shower curtain rings.”

The young man groaned, rolled his eyes, and shook his head as he headed to the bathroom.  Amber stared at her son in confusion.

Jamie punched Caleb in the arm and then explained, “Del’s last name is Griffith.”

“Caleb,” Amber scolded while putting her hands on her hips.  With the same name as a main character in the classic Thanksgiving movie, he’d surely endured a great deal of teasing about it.

Her son laughed.  “He just acts like it bothers him.  He’s got this big plastic jug full of the shower curtain rings people leave as pranks.  You’ll see.”

Amber shook her head and sighed – which Jamie echoed – but when Del returned to the kitchen, Caleb asked, “Hey, how was the seat?”

The young man launched into an impression of John Candy and responded, “Was that seat hot or what?  I feel like a big whopper.  Turn me over.  I’m done on this side.”

Amber couldn’t help but laugh.  He sounded exactly like the character, though he certainly looked nothing like him.  The fit young man was the polar opposite of the person he was imitating.

She realized she was staring and quickly picked up a container to put away.

Shortly thereafter, the last container found its way into the three-dimensional jigsaw puzzle that was her refrigerator.  There were still dishes to be washed as far as the eye could see, but that could wait.

“Dessert?” she inquired once more.

“Well, I’m not leaving without a piece of peach cobbler, even if I explode,” Caleb said.

Jamie agreed, “Same for me.  He goes on and on about how good it is.”

“I’m still too full,” Del said.  “I overdid it on those noodles.”

“Mmm!” Jamie remarked, pointing at Del, and then asked.  “Is there any chance I can get the recipe for those?”

Amber said, “Of course,” and then picked up a knife to cut the cobbler.  She served up three dishes, and retrieved the Cool-Whip, which had been steadily sorted to the front of the refrigerator.

Jamie wanted the recipe for the cobbler as soon as she took the first bite.

With the dessert finished, Amber went to her laptop and emailed the recipe cards she’d digitized a couple of years before to her son’s girlfriend.  They were written in her mother’s hand, and she wanted to make sure they would never fade away.  The cobbler and noodles were only two of about a dozen recipes she passed along, as Jamie had noticed a few others she wanted while Amber was scrolling through the folder.  It boded well for a time when she would be the guest and Jamie would be the host for future Thanksgivings.

Caleb looked at his phone and said, “Oh shit.”

Amber responded without hesitation, following the family’s running joke, “Fucking language!”

Del and Jamie cracked up at the unexpected exclamation.

Caleb chuckled and said, “We’ve got to get going, or we’ll be late to Dad’s.”

“Count me out,” Del remarked.

Caleb said, “Dad drives him nuts.”

Amber smiled and pointed at her son’s friend.  “I knew there was something I liked about you.”  She then said, “I’ll go get your father’s plate.”

Del was approaching with the dessert dishes as she left the kitchen, so she thanked him for the help as they passed each other.  Her son and his girlfriend already had their coats on, and Caleb checked his phone again.  Amber passed the plate to Jamie.

Caleb called out, “We’re really running late.  We’ve got to run.”

“On my way.  Catch you when you get back to campus.”

“Later,” Caleb called as the couple headed out the door.

Del returned to the front room, and Amber asked, “You’re heading back to campus?”

He nodded.

“Well, let me gather up your leftovers then.”

Del pointed over his shoulder and asked, “Do you want some help with the washing?”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that,” Amber said.  “It’s just part of hosting.  You’ve already helped enough.”

“I don’t mind, and I don’t have anything else to do.”

Her son had told her that Del’s grandparents had passed away the year before in October, only a week apart.  His father was in jail, and his mother was in rehab for the fifth time.  Seeing how depressed Del was upon returning from the holidays that year was what had prompted Caleb to invite his friend over this year.  He didn’t seem to want to be alone, and she could understand why.

She said, “Well, if you’re offering...”

“It’s the least I can do.  Best meal I’ve had in a couple of years.”

“You know, compliments like that aren’t making it any easier for me to put you to work,” Amber said as she walked past him and waved for him to follow.  She picked up the remote from the counter and asked, “Should I put something on?”

“Planes, Trains, and Automobiles sounds good.”

“I have it.  It really doesn’t bother you, does it?”

He shook his head.  “Maybe when I was little, but once I figured out I could do a decent impression of John Candy and get a lot of laughs from it, I decided to just run with it.”

“Well, Planes, Trains, and Automobiles it is, then.”

Amber navigated with the remote, started the movie, and set to gathering up dishes.

“I’ll rinse.  Grandma said I never loaded the dishwasher right,” Del said as he took the first stack of plates.

“We ladies can be a bit particular about that.  And thank you again for the help.”

“No problem,” he said as he sat the plates down and grabbed the sprayer.

Amber retrieved the dishwasher tablets, loaded them, and then picked up the two plates Del had already finished.  He’d done a good job – better than her son would have, certainly – so she happily put them in their proper place in the rack.

When she turned to await the next plate, she caught herself admiring the play of the muscles in his arms and beneath his polo shirt.

She quickly turned and gathered up another stack of dishes.  What is wrong with you? she thought.  He’s your son’s best friend and half your age.  It’s positively shameful.  Stop it.

She hadn’t been on a date in several months, and it had been far longer than that since the last time she had sex.  It was obviously beginning to wear on her.  She shrugged off a smaller – but still very much present – voice under the one that spoke with her sense of propriety.  It was busy whispering how absolutely delicious Del was.  He was fit, handsome, and clean-shaven – which was a particular weakness.  She’d never been a fan of facial hair.

It was also whispering that there were fresh batteries for her vibrator in the junk drawer.

Amber made a point of directing her attention to the movie whenever she wasn’t busy fetching dishes or loading the dishwasher.  She was determined to act like a dignified woman.  That felt rude, however, so she changed tactics to making small talk.

“I have to thank you for teaching Caleb to carve a turkey.  His father absolutely butchered the poor birds, so he didn’t know any better.”

Del handed over the saucer he’d just finished rinsing.  “Granddad said it was the duty of any man who knew how to do it right to teach any man who didn’t.  He took it pretty seriously.”

“My father was the same way.  The first time he saw Caleb’s father hacking away at a poor defenseless turkey, I thought he was going to keel over from a heart attack.  If it wasn’t for my mother, he probably would have snatched the knife right out of his hand.  She didn’t say a word, and I didn’t even see her move, but somehow, she told him to let it go.  He took a deep breath and started talking to my sister at the opposite end of the table so he wouldn’t have to look.”

Del shook his head and laughed.  “Grandma would have said, ‘Good lord, Herbert!  Get over there and save that poor turkey!’”

Amber let herself give into the laughter.  It was still in her voice when she responded, “I’m sure Mom thought it, but it was my first time hosting Thanksgiving, and I think she was worried about me as much as anything.”

“Grandma could do that too.  She just didn’t very often,” Del said.  “I heard her tell Granddad once that the only good thing about getting old was that you could say whatever the hell you wanted and just let people think you were going senile.”

“My father-in-law used to say that.  Our parents got along famously.  I don’t know how the apple fell so far from the tree with Caleb’s father.”

Amber was rather proud of herself, because that naughty, whispering voice vanished as they talked and loaded the dishwasher.  It made the time pass pleasantly, and soon it was nearly full.

She placed the last couple of pieces of flatware into the rack, and then straightened to close the dishwasher up and start it.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Del quickly look down at the sink he was filling to wash the pots and pans.

Was he looking at my butt? she wondered while starting up the dishwasher.  Don’t be ridiculous.

She tried to shrug it off as her imagination, but then when she bent over to put away a pot she’d just dried, she was certain she caught him looking again.  A couple of pots later, she glanced behind her while she was still bent over, and got an even better look.  A chill shot through her.

Amber found it difficult to keep up with the conversation as her thoughts raced.  While drying the dish for the stuffing, any doubts she had vanished.  There was no denying that his eyes were drifting to her cleavage.

Somehow, she kept up appearances, finished drying the dish, and put it away.  She then hung up her towel and said, “I’ll be right back.”

Del nodded and kept working on the dish he was washing.  Amber looked at the mirrored picture frame across the room as she headed toward the bathroom and saw Del’s eyes fixed on her ass.

By the time she closed the bathroom door, Amber’s nipples were uncomfortably stiff.  She stepped in front of the mirror and clamped her thighs together when a chilly tingle arose between her legs.

Stop it, she mouthed to herself in the mirror.  She thought, You are a grown woman, not some horny teenager.  Behave yourself.

To say it was easier said than done was the understatement of all understatements.  Her heart was beating a mile a minute.   Her sex was tingling and aching.  Her face was flushed.  She wanted to splash water in her face, but knew it would destroy her makeup.  Then she thought perhaps that was exactly what she should do – make herself less attractive.

That, of course, was an admission that she was attractive enough to arouse his ardor.

Amber stood in front of the mirror fighting the arousal threatening to overwhelm her.  She knew she’d already been gone long enough to make him wonder, but she couldn’t risk going back out in the state she was in.

Somehow – by some miracle – she grabbed hold of her emotions and reined them in.  Her breathing slowed and she patted a few errant strands of blonde hair to make herself presentable.  After one last, deep breath, she headed back to the kitchen.

Del had finished washing and drying the last few dishes.  He pointed at them sitting on the counter and said, “I don’t know where anything goes.”

“Thank you,” she said, her voice thankfully sounding perfectly normal.  Looking at the muscular young man cracked the shell of propriety she’d built around herself though.  She quickly turned to the dishes on the counter.

Don’t look, she admonished herself as she put the first dish away, and somehow she refrained.  She still thought she could feel his eyes on her, but at least she wasn’t confirming it.

Upon putting away the last dish and closing the cupboard door, she turned back toward him.  He was leaning against the kitchen counter, looking her way, and smiling.  The pose practically screamed of strong, young virility.

Latching onto the first coherent thought within the morass of shame, arousal, and lingering doubts in her head, she opened the refrigerator, retrieved the Cool-Whip and asked, “Ready for some dessert?”

His eyes lit up, and his smile changed to a sly, crooked one.  “I could eat something,” he answered with barely disguised suggestion.

Time seemed to grind almost to a halt as her body screamed with need.  The desire in his eyes paralyzed her.  He pushed off the counter and stepped toward her in slow motion.  The tub of Cool-Whip tumbled from her nerveless fingers.  She watched him raise his hand – felt it on her cheek.  He leaned in.

Amber kissed him with hungry desperation as time resumed its inevitable march.  Their tongues wrestled as their hands explored each other’s backs.  One of his hands slid along her side, and then up to her breast.

A wave of fear cut through her arousal like a knife.  Amber gasped and pulled away.  “We can’t,” she said in a tight, squeaky voice.

Del winced, took a step back, and put his hands behind his back.  “Sorry.  I thought...  Well...”

“You need to go.  You really need to go,” she said even as something inside her shrieked in protest.

“Yeah.  Sorry.  I’ll get out of here,” he said.

One hand slipped from behind his back and Amber’s eyes alighted upon it of their own accord.  Those eyes then widened when she beheld the size of the bulge in his jeans that he was adjusting.  All her fear and shame evaporated in the fires of lust.

He took one step toward the door, and she was moving before her brain caught up.

“Oh dear lord.  Fuck it,” she said in a rush as she crushed her lips to his once more.

For a moment, he was stiff – unsure.  Then his lips softened and his arms wrapped around her.  His kiss was just as passionate as hers, and once again, she felt his hand moving toward her breast.

She moaned when he hefted the heavy globe in his hand, and simultaneously reached between his legs.  A squeeze revealed that what she had seen was no optical illusion.  His big cock throbbed through the denim in her grasp.

Amber’s fingers tore at the tail of his shirt, ripping it from his pants.  Del gave her breast one last squeeze, and then pulled away from her lips to take over.  A surge of wetness flooded her pussy at the sight of his beautifully defined chest and abdomen.  While he yanked the shirt over his head, Amber kicked off her shoes and turned around.

“Unzip me,” she said breathlessly.

He wasted no time fulfilling that request, and she turned to face him while shrugging her dress off her shoulders.  Del stepped on the heels of his shoes one after the other while unhooking his belt.  Amber pushed her dress past her hips and wriggled out of it.  It slithered down her legs to pool at her feet.

Del managed to get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped before she stepped in.  He let her replace his hands with his own, and accepted her kiss with a growl.  A moment later, a deft twist of his fingers caused the band of her bra to go slack.  Amber pushed his pants down far enough to fill her hand with his naked cock, and whimpered from the feeling of the rock hard organ throbbing.

They broke from the kiss and Amber reluctantly let go of his cock to take her bra off.  Del shoved and stomped on his jeans – his boxers going with them – until he managed to kick them away.  The young man’s eyes came alight with awe when she revealed her big, pendulous breasts.

“Oh my,” she whimpered as he reached for them.

Del growled, “God yeah,” as he lifted her breasts and moved in to suck her left nipple.

Amber trembled, and for some reason, let out a quiet laugh.  He responded with a growling chuckle while his lips and tongue tantalized her nipple.  She ran the fingers of one hand through his hair while the other explored the hard muscle of his side.

“God, your tits are amazing,” he said with his lips still brushing the saliva-slick nub.

“Oh yes,” she cried when he latched back on.

Del sucked hard and swirled his tongue over her nipple, and her eyes rolled up in her head.  He let the stiffened bud free with a pop, pushed her breasts together, squeezed them, and then wrapped his lips around its twin.

Amber felt like her feet were floating above the floor as he worshiped her breasts. 

“Oh god.  Oh yes,” she encouraged him.  A yelp of surprised pleasure burst from her lips when he tightened his for a moment and his tongue went into a flurry.  A long moan followed when he sucked hard and pulled back, taking her nipple with him.  It slipped from his lips with a slurp, and he released her breasts.

Del’s hands slid down her sides, and her cheeks suddenly warmed when he looked down.  She’d hardly been expecting anyone to see them, so she was wearing a pair of comfortable, but plain and unflattering panties.  If he cared, he showed no evidence of it.

Cool air kissed her hot sex when he pulled them down, and again she felt self-conscious.  She hadn’t shaved her pussy in over a week.  Her fears vanished in an instant when his growling moan indicated that he liked it.

Del pushed her panties down, and they slipped to her ankles.  She managed to disentangle one foot as he straightened, but the other was forgotten when he kissed her and pushed a finger between her nether lips.

Amber whimpered into the kiss as his finger wriggled inside her.  When he suddenly moved from her lips to her neck, she cried out, “Ah!  Ah!  Ah!”

“So tight and wet,” he said while still nuzzling her neck with his lips.

She let out a sad little, “Oh...” when he pulled his finger from her needy canal.  His hands then slipped to her buttocks.

Amber yelped in surprise when he suddenly squatted and lifted her from the floor.  She locked her fingers behind his neck for balance, but he easily held her up and turned – the muscles in his arms bulging.

Del sat her down on the kitchen island, grabbed the panties still around her ankle, tossed them away, and then lifted each foot to yank off his socks – the last articles of clothing either of them were wearing.  As soon as they joined the other garments scattered on the floor, he hooked a stool with his foot and pulled it in front of him.  Breathing hard, Amber leaned back and lifted her feet to the edge of the counter – spreading her legs.  She heard a curious sound immediately after when he stretched out his opposite leg, and her brow furrowed when he ducked down.

He arose with a delightfully wicked smile and the Cool-Whip container she had dropped earlier.

“Everything’s better with Cool-Whip,” he said as he popped the top.

The moment of levity was perfect, and she let out an aroused chuckle.

Del dipped two fingers into the tub, scooped out a thick mound, and then pushed the container away.

Amber stiffened and cried, “Eep!” when the cool cream slathered on her hot pussy.

Del sat down on the stool and slipped into the V of her legs.

Amber’s hands smacked against her breasts and she groaned when his tongue went to work.  The initial shock faded after a second and she moaned while squeezing her tits.  “Oh fuck yes,” she exclaimed as his tongue slathered over her.

Del pulled away, and she lifted her head to protest.  She ended up laughing when she saw him smiling at her with Cool-whip smeared all over his face.  He then dived straight back in.

At first, he was just licking up the cream, and it felt delightful.  He made sure to brush his tongue over her clit every so often, priming her for more.  One last long, broad-tongued lick traced the full length of her pussy, and then pressed hard against her clit.  She heard his lips smack, and then he stopped teasing.

“O-o-oh f-fuck!” she screamed as his tongue lifted her hood and attacked her naked clit.

He was young, but he was anything but inexperienced.  For a moment or two, she was completely senseless with pleasure.  When the world snapped back into focus, she was mauling her breast with one hand and gripping the edge of the counter behind her with the other.

Amber lifted her head and nearly swooned again from the sight of the gorgeous young man between her legs.  His muscled shoulders rippled from the movement of his head, and he was moaning in delight.

His hot breath washed over her when he said, “Didn’t need the Cool-Whip.  Your pussy’s so sweet.”

If she had a response, it would have been lost in her scream when he sucked her clit between his lips.  Her left foot slipped off the edge of the counter when the pleasure caused her to lurch.  Without missing a beat, Del slid his hand under her leg, lifted it, and guided her foot back into place.

Amber gasped when he let her clit pop free from his lips, and he switched to rapidly flicking it with his tongue.  He gave her button a quick suck, then flicked it again, and then added a strong lick that lifted her hood, exposing the center of her pleasure to his touch.

Amber writhed and moaned on the counter, knowing that she’d been with men far older who hadn’t eaten her pussy half as well.  The sight of him between her legs, the sound of his hungry moans, and the touch of his talented tongue were driving her crazy.  She never knew what delights his lips and tongue were going to offer next as he kept her off balance, but always climbing toward sweet release.

An especially strong spike of pleasure caused her to reach down and fist her fingers in his hair.  As soon as her tight throat would allow it, she begged, “Please don’t stop!”

He answered not with words, but with action.  Del sucked her clit between his lips, wriggled his head around, and lapped with his tongue.  Amber yowled in utter bliss as she felt the electric tingles arising behind her mound.

Though she was pulling his hair in a white-knuckled grip, he didn’t let up.  Amber gasped and yelped as she climbed toward a peak.  Once teetering on the brink, she cried, “Oh my god you’re going to make me come!”

And then she did.

Amber’s thighs clamped down on his head and she screamed in ecstasy to the ceiling above.  The fingers entwined in his hair pulled hard.  She bucked on the counter top and Del let her clit go, but continued to lick the swollen button as she climaxed.  She shrieked again.  On and on it went until her throat was sore from screaming and the pleasure turned so sharp that she could barely endure it.

Just before she could reflexively shove him away, his tongue left her clit, and he instead planted soft kisses on her labia.  Amber remained caught in the throes of her climax for what felt like an eternity.  Even once they stilled, she was panting for breath, and one leg twitched spastically – completely beyond her control.

Quiet, satisfied moans emerged from between her legs as his soft kisses cushioned her spiral back to earth.

A silent chuckle shook her – and then another.  Suddenly, she broke out into a weak, breathless laugh of absolute joy.

Del chuckled, planted one last kiss over her hood that made her quiver, and then stood up.  Amber moaned as she gazed at him smiling down on her with his face covered in pussy juice and a few remaining smears of Cool-Whip.

A shiver rippled through her, and with it came a burst of energy.  Amber propped herself up on her elbows, and could see his cock head peeking over the top of the counter – tapping against it.  The sight caused her to gasp, and the following exhale to stutter.  She moaned, pulled her right arm out from under her, and stretched it toward him.

Del helped her rise, and bent down to kiss her.  The taste of her pussy on his lips triggered an aftershock from her orgasm, and she trembled even as her tongue slipped over his.  She slid her hand down his stomach – delighting in his rippled abs – and curled her fingers around his cock.

“I want you,” she whispered with their lips still touching.

His excited growl was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard in her life.

Amber slid off the counter, and Del put his hands around her waist.  His gaze was intense – ravenous – and made her feel weak in the knees.  His right hand glided over her skin, down to her leg, and then his fingers curled around it.  He didn’t break eye contact for even a second.

She lifted her foot at his silent urging, and let him guide it to the footrest of the stool.  Still staring into her soul, he edged closer, squatted down slightly, and she felt his hardness press against her folds.  The big head wriggled between her nether lips, and he groaned as it slipped inside.

Amber’s head lolled back and her lips parted, though no sound escaped her.  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt a cock so big – or hard.  A grunt finally passed her tight throat when he was fully buried inside her.

Del grasped her buttocks and kissed her neck, which made her moan.  She cried out when he began rocking his hips.  Their height difference and the position conspired to leave half of his wonderful cock inside her even at the back end of a stroke.

“Fuck, you’re tight.  And wet,” he said as he kissed and nuzzled her neck.

“So deep.  Oh my god.  So full,” she squeaked.

She could feel every inch of him as he slowly stuffed her pussy over and over again.  He traced kisses from her neck, to her cheek, and then briefly crushed his lips to hers while he continued to feed her his cock.

“Feel good?” he asked as his lips left hers.

“So good,” she breathed, once again caught in his ravishing gaze.

Del looked down and asked, “Can you suck them?”

Since she had her right arm around his back for balance, she hefted her left breast and tilted her head down.  She licked the stiff nub for a second, and then closed her lips around it.

“That is so fucking hot,” he said.  She yelped when his next thrust was harder and resulted in a smack of flesh on flesh.  “I love those tits.”

Amber let her breast go.  While she could do it, it was enough of a stretch to be uncomfortable.  “Oh, I love your fucking cock.”

Del growled and gave her a half dozen harder, faster thrusts.  Amber yelped from the onslaught of pleasure.

Del said, “Oh yeah,” and then put his hand behind her bent knee.  Amber slapped a hand to the counter behind her as he lifted her leg and pulled it close.

A broken wail exploded from her when he started pounding her.  The position caused her heavy breasts to dangle to one side and swing uncomfortably, but it took a few seconds to realize it in light of the way he was ravaging her.  Even once she did, it became a secondary concern, as the muscles in the back of her leg were burning.

“Wait.  Wait,” she begged as she pushed on his chest.  He froze immediately, though she could see in his eyes that he certainly didn’t want to.  “Sorry, I’m not as flexible as I used to be.”

Del got the hint and slowly lowered her leg to the ground.  “It’s okay.  Turn around?”

Having sex standing up in her kitchen was making her hot, so she nodded.  Del pulled out, and the slurp of his cock slipping from her canal was a testament to just how wet she was.

Amber drew him into a kiss, which he enthusiastically returned.  When their lips parted, she turned dramatically on her heel, causing her hair to whip out like a banner.  Before she could bend over the counter, Del reached under her arms and filled his hands with her breasts.

She moaned, but said, “Let me have my right arm.  Go on the outside.”

He was quick to comply, and quick to squeeze her breast again once he did.  She took a moment to enjoy his hot breath on her neck, and his hands fondling her tits. He had all the enthusiasm of a virgin touching breasts for the first time combined with a man who knew how to direct that fervor.

Amber leaned forward, braced her left hand on the island counter, and then spread her legs.  His big cock tapped against her folds as soon as there was room.  She giggled, reached between her legs, and guided the swollen tip to her need.  He knew the moment he was poised at the entrance of her canal and pushed.

They both groaned as he penetrated her balls deep in one smooth thrust.

Del pinched her nipples with just the right pressure as she put her fingers to work on her clit.  His hard young cock plumbed her depths with measured strokes, once again letting her feel every inch of him stretching her out.

“Yes, fuck me just like that,” she told him.

He growled, “Ah yeah.”

Amber was looking right at a window in front of her – the curtains open to the world outside.  Of course, the only thing anyone outside the yard could have seen was her privacy fence, but the little touch of naughty spice further inflamed her passions nonetheless.  The faint reflection in the glass of Del behind her was another delicious tidbit that set her to tingling.

“I want to come all over those tits,” Del said as his hips pressed against her ass.

“After I come I hope?”

“Hope so.  Fuck you’re tight.”

“And I can’t believe how hard you are,” she said while adding some extra zip to the fingers tickling her clit.

Amber whimpered and moaned.  Del grunted and groaned.  His big cock filled her so perfectly, as if it was made for her.  She could feel him beginning to thrust faster as his ardor swelled.

She wasn’t lagging behind, whatsoever.

Amber looked back over her shoulder and shuddered from the sight of his sculpted body driving that big cock inside her.  His face was tight with pleasure, and his eyes filled with desire.  It caused the tickle in the shaft of her clit to intensify.

“Faster,” she said while still looking back at him, and he smiled.

The first pop sounded as his hips slapped into her ass, and she screamed, “Yes!”

After a few thrusts, Del gave a grunt and released her breasts.  His hands slid back to her hips, and his next thrust delivered a welcome addition of speed and power.

Amber strummed her clit and gave in to the sounds tumbling from her lips.  He was beginning to rock her body and cause her pendulous breasts to swing, but she could tell he was still holding back.  She, on the other hand, was soaring toward release.

He must have noticed.  His voice was filled with thrilled anticipation when he asked, “You gonna come?”

Any sense of propriety long gone, she screamed, “Yes!  Fuck me!  Don’t stop!”

Del let out a long growl as he delivered on that plea.  Amber’s primal scream jumped up and down in pitch from his hard young cock pounding her.  Her breasts were jostled this way and that.  A hot knot of pressure swelled behind her mound, shot through with jolts of icy chills coming from her clit.

Her flames soared higher and higher until she thought she was surely going to fly apart, and then she came.

Only a pair of gurgly croaks escaped her tight throat at first as shockwaves of climatic energy crashed through her body.  The next time his cock blasted through the resistance of her clenched canal, she exploded in a shriek.  Again and again she screeched while pinpricks of light flashed behind her tightly closed eyes.

Amber’s hand instinctively shot from her clit and flailed for purchase, as her legs were threatening to come out from under her.  Suddenly, Del’s arm was around her stomach, and the other crossed her body to grab her right breast.  She had a momentary reprieve from the relentless – deliciously terrible – onslaught of his big cock as he straightened to draw her tight against his body.

She burst into a weepy wail when he started bucking his hips and the hand on her hip moved to her clit.  Amber descended once more into mind-numbing ecstasy.

By the time she had any perception of reality, she was hanging nearly limp in Del’s arms, still impaled on his cock, and sucking air into her lungs with broken gasps.  He had to shift and tighten his grip below her breasts when the sweat-slick globe escaped his grasp.  The uncontrollable twitches and lurches caused by her aftershocks weren’t helping him support her.  She only had the strength to shudder when his cock slipped out of her.

Del chuckled and the sound carried on in his voice as he said, “God fucking damn!”

The best Amber could offer in response was another ragged gasp.

She wouldn’t have resisted if she could when he squatted down, lowering her to the floor.  A whimper passed her lips when the blissfully cool tile touched her bottom.  Del pulled her close and let her lean against him, which placed his still hard and throbbing cock in the cleft of her buttocks.

He smoothed away the damp hairs stuck to her face and then asked, “You okay?”

Finally beginning to transition into the afterglow of her orgasm, Amanda whimpered, “Mmm hmm,” between pants for breath.

Del put his arms around her and crossed his hands in front of her stomach.  “I’ve never seen anyone come like that before.”

“I’ve never come like that,” she said, and then trembled when he nuzzled his nose against her neck.

He gently stroked her tummy and planted kisses on her shoulders, but his erection maintained a distinctly impatient and turgid posture – throbbing hard against her butt.  She had no intention of leaving him that way, but she was nowhere near ready to have that cock inside her again.

“Could you get me some water?” she asked.

“Sure.”

“Glasses in the cabinet above the sink,” she said as he shifted to rise.

Amber leaned back on her hands to find that her arms were still shaky.  She was about to summon up the strength to stand and sit on the stool when Del went the opposite direction she expected him to – toward the kitchen door.

Her brow furrowed in confusion, she watched him peek through the door, look around, and then squat down.  She started laughing when he scrambled in a crouch over to the table, grabbed a chair, and then awkwardly retreated into the kitchen.

Still snickering, she smiled at him as he approached with his erection bobbing and bouncing.  Upon seeing it clearly for the first time, she realized his cock was slathered in her faintly milky pussy cream.  Considering how much had likely rubbed off into the crack of her butt, it was a testament to how soaking wet she’d been for him.  Far more was around the root, and some had even dribbled down his balls.

“Thank you,” she said as he sat the chair down for her.  She accepted his hand to help her stand.  Her legs were just as weak as her arms.  She sat down in the chair with a grateful sigh, because the seat pad was exponentially more comfortable than the tile floor.

Del walked over to the cabinet she’d directed him to, retrieved two glasses, and filled them both with water.  Amber accepted hers, and the cool water felt like pure heaven on her dry and raspy throat.

Del downed his in one long drink, and then sat the glass down.  He leaned against the bar and let his eyes roam over her body.  He also took his cock in hand to slowly squeeze and rub it.

The sight caused Amber to clamp her legs together and whimper, because her pussy unleashed a fresh rush of wetness.  A slight twinge of discomfort forced her to ignore the rest of her crying out to have him inside her again.

Amber finished her water, and then jiggled the glass.  Del pushed away from the bar, and she stretched her hand behind her.  He picked up on the suggestion, took her glass, and sat it on the nearby counter.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock a second later.

Del growled and stepped in close enough to squeeze her breast while her hand slowly stroked up and down his cock.  Having his erection in hand once again caused her to think about having him stuff her with it.  As badly as she wanted it, she was almost certain she would regret it, so she tightened her grip and jerked him faster.

“Can I fuck your tits?” he asked.

She nodded and he stepped in front of her with comic eagerness.

Amber spread her legs, letting him move closer, and then leaned forward while taking her breasts in hand.  She squeezed them around his manhood as soon as he pushed it between them.

“I don’t think those are two pillows,” he said in his John Candy voice.

Amber giggled and said, “Oh, you.  Now fuck my titties.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.  While he thrust his cock between her breasts, she tilted her head down and let spit drizzle into the valley between them.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said.

It was certainly hot from the friction of his cock pumping between her breasts, so she summoned up an even bigger mouthful of saliva and dribbled it into her cleavage.  He offered a growl of approval.

“God, these fucking tits,” he said as he humped away.

It didn’t take long for her saliva to dry, and the heat to begin rising again.  Another stream of spit didn’t last any longer against his energetic thrusting.  He even slowed down as the friction mounted.

He didn’t protest when she let her breasts separate, and pushed on his hip.  While he took a step back, she yanked on the bows of the ribbons that attached the seat cushion to the chair.  He sprouted a wide smile when she lifted her butt, dropped the cushion in the floor, and licked her lips.

Amber sensually slipped into the floor, and knelt on the pad.  She stretched her hands behind his legs, but her fingertips barely touched him before he edged forward so his cock was looming large in front of her.

Del put a hand on the back of her head and groaned when she licked the throbbing organ.  She slathered her tongue over it with deep, sexy moans.

“Spit on it,” he requested.

Amber pulled down on his cock and blew so her saliva foamed out from between her lips onto him.  She ended with a gentle spit, and then looked up into his eyes.  His expression screamed how excited he was for her mouth, and it made her light headed for a second.

His groan as she took him in was music to her ears.

She took it easy at first, giving him head while her fist pumped up and down the shaft.  It had been a while since she’d had a cock in her mouth, and far longer since attempting to do so with one so big and hard.

“Holy fuck.  Yeah.  Shit,” he said as he watched her mouth engulfing him.

Encouraged and aroused by his words, she took him deeper.  The fingers on the back of her head curled.  She bobbed her head, taking a little less than half his cock.

“You’re so fucking sexy.  God damn, you can suck a dick.”

The words made her whimper around his cock.

Growing braver and more confident by the moment, she sucked him faster and deeper.  Soon enough, her fingers were bumping against her lips at the bottom of each suck.  She was croaking from his cock pressing against the back of her tongue and her throat, but that only seemed to excite him more.  His grunts and groans had her dripping as well.  She was on the verge of throwing caution to the wind and sitting on it when an overly enthusiastic suck and a twitch of his hips pushed his cock into her throat.

Amber gagged and quickly jerked away, trailing thick strands of spittle that broke and fell on her breasts.  She swallowed hard, blinked the tears out of her eyes, and got her hand moving while she waited for her gag reflex to settle.

“Sorry,” he groaned.

She sniffled and shook her head.  “Not your fault.”  A hitch in his breath and a rapid throb from his erection made her ask, “Were you getting close?”

“Yeah.”

Amber moaned and shuddered.  “Then tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll make you come all over my titties.”

“Ah!” he cried out when she took him back in her mouth without waiting for a response.

She sucked about half of his gorgeous cock as rapidly as she could while jerking it.  Her hair danced at the side of her face in waves.  Del grunted with every suck, and his fingers entwined in her hair.

“Fuck.  Fuck.  Yeah.  Shit.  Getting close,” he growled not long after.

A pleading moan hummed around his turgid shaft as she tried to keep her hand moving.  The corners of her mouth and her neck muscles were both stinging.  She could feel him swelling and throbbing, but it was a struggle to keep up the pace.

“Gonna come!” he blurted in a strained voice just as she was losing the battle.

Amber cried out in alarm when his cock pulsed almost as soon as it passed her lips, and he roared.  The first blast spattered against her chin and bottom lip.  She tugged his erection down and stroked it over her breasts while looking up at him and licking his cream from her lip.

Del’s eyes rolled up in his head when he saw that.  A moment later he let out an explosive grunt and erupted again.

“Oh!  Oh!  Oh my!” she exclaimed as thick ropes of semen spattered on her breasts over and over again.  She kept jerking, wondering just how much cum he could possibly have, and laughed in amused amazement.

Even after a half dozen powerful ejaculations, weaker spurts and oozes continued to surge from the purple head.  Amber scooted in closer to make sure it all landed on her tits.  His grunts jumped in pitch as his cum supply dwindled, and she could feel him shaking.

A final fitful ooze dangled from his cock as his grunts changed into gasps.  Amber gave his erection a shake, and it splattered on her breast.  When she looked up, he was panting for breath with his eyes closed and his chin on his chest.

A devilish smile spread across her lips and she leaned in to suck his cockhead clean.

Del yelped and lurched away from the touch of her lips.  She released him from her hand, and he stumbled backward to support his weak legs by leaning on the island.

Laughing again, Amber shivered as she looked down.  His cum was dripping down her breasts, curling around her nipples, and gathering into droplets along the bottom curves to drip onto her stomach and legs.  She was certain that she hadn’t even been covered in so much cum when she had a drunken college threesome.

As invigorated as he was spent, she popped to her feet and said, “Good heavens.  Where did all this come from?”

Del looked and immediately threw his head back.  He slapped a hand over his slowly softening cock and exclaimed, “Ah fuck!”

Feeling delightfully wicked, Amber sauntered over to him and lifted his chin.  She twitched her eyebrows once his half-lidded eyes focused on her, and then lifted a cum-covered nipple to her lips.

His knees snapped together.  “Jesus!”

Her laughing moan as she smeared his seed into her skin did not help him recover whatsoever.  He looked behind him and stutter stepped to the stool, which he heaved himself up onto with what appeared to be no small amount of effort.

Amber knew she should be inexcusably ashamed of herself.  She’d just fucked her son’s best friend, and she was absolutely glazed in his cum.

She shook her head and chuckled when the thought popped into her head that basted was probably a more appropriate word for the season.

She felt nothing of the sort, though.  She was smiling so broadly that her cheeks ached, and her feet seemed to be barely touching the tile.  Bare ass swaying, she walked over to the sink, retrieved a clean dishrag and towel, and turned on the water.

Once it was warm, she soaked the rag and began cleaning up the mess.  It was not a quick operation.  As she was rinsing the rag before getting back to the task, she looked over her shoulder and saw Del admiring her body.  She pulled out a second dishrag, wetted it, and then tossed it to him.

She turned around and let him watch her wipe his cum and her pussy nectar from her body while he did the same – though he winced and gasped more than once as he did so.

Once she was as clean as she could get without a shower, she pulled out another towel, tossed it his way, and dried off.

“That was...  Fucking wow,” Del said as she dropped her towel on the counter.  “You’re amazing.”

Amber blushed, but said, “You too.”  She looked around, located her panties, and bent down to retrieve them.  Since they were close, she shook his boxers free of his jeans as well, and handed them to him.

She pulled on her panties, but decided that was good enough.  She let out a sad moan when he pulled his boxers up, but then winked as she turned toward the island counter.

Amber picked up the Cool-Whip container, put the lid on, and took it straight to the trash can.  She didn’t know which fingers he had dipped in it, but even if one of them wasn’t the one he’d also dipped in her, there was no way she was eating it.

A second tub in the refrigerator meant that she didn’t have to go without.  She gave it a shake upon retrieving it and asked, “Worked up enough of an appetite for some dessert now?”

“I think so.  Seems wrong not to have some pumpkin pie.”

“Pumpkin pie it is, then.”

Amber dished up their desserts, spooned a healthy portion of Cool-Whip on both, and delivered his to Del.  It was his turn to be wicked when he lifted the plate and suggestively licked the curl of cream left as it slid off the spoon.

The sight gave her chills, but she dramatically rolled her eyes and said, “Naughty boy,” while pulling up her own stool at the bar.

A tinge of self-consciousness tried to rear its head when she saw him watching her eating pie bare-breasted, but she tamped it down.  He smiled and finally cut into the slice.  She saw his eyes light up as he tasted it and asked,“Do you like it?”

“Oh yeah, it’s great.  Perfect,” he answered while cutting off another bite.

“I don’t use nutmeg.”

He snapped his fingers and pointed at her.  “That’s it.  Grandma didn’t either.  Everyone else’s has always tasted wrong to me.  Best piece of pumpkin pie I’ve had in years.”

“Thank you,” she said with grateful pride.

They ate more or less in silence – occasionally glancing at each other.  It was far more comfortable than she would have ever imagined sitting almost completely naked in a room with someone could be.

Del finished his last bite and said, “I’m probably going to regret this, but can I have another?”

“Ab-so-lutely,” she said.  She took his plate and filled it again.

As he dug into the pie, she sat watching him and marveled that it was happening.  He was so heart-stoppingly gorgeous.  She took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip as she felt her nipples stiffening and wetness surging between her legs.

“Caleb can never find out about this,” she said.

“Oh god, no.  Never,” he agreed as he scooped up nearly the last bite of his pie.  “Not a soul.  Even if I would love to brag.”

That made her blush, and her arousal spike.  Unlike earlier, she didn’t feel a hint of discomfort, and that only fed into the cycle.

When he finished his pie, turned on the stool to face her, and she saw that he was unmistakably hard again, it was inevitable.

Amber slipped off her stool, walked over to him, and cupped his cheek in her hand.  “Caleb and Jamie won’t be back until late tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.  Care to come up to the bedroom and work up an appetite so you can try a piece of my peach cobbler?”

The cobbler and their clothing both remained in the kitchen – forgotten – until quite late that evening.