Chapter Five

"You know, it's okay if you want to masturbate again."

He looked at her, eyes still wide. She shrugged."It's not like I haven't seen you do it before."

Nodding slowly, Charles stared at the screen, probably wondering if his Sunday School teacher was crazy. Linda wondered that too. She very rarely looked at porn and had NEVER watched it with someone else, not even her husband. Now here she was trying to coerce a kid to jack off in front of her while they watched eight girls playing with each other's boobs. This was certainly out of character for her.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Linda's eyes were mostly on Charles while the video continued; the girls were hot, but she wasn't a lesbian and there was a living, breathing male sitting right next to her, no doubt hornier than he'd ever been in his relatively short life. His will broke as the girls on the screen began comparing pussies. Half were completely bald; the other half had some hair but not much.

Charles put his hand inside his pants (really her HUSBAND'S pants; the thought turned Linda on even more) and began rubbing himself. After a few seconds of this, Linda spoke.

"I'd really rather not have you get those pants dirty."

He looked over to her and got the hint.

Hands trembling, Charles stood and shoved the pants down to his ankles, kicking them off. He followed this by taking off his shirt.

Naked, he sat down next to Linda. His hand stroked his dick up and down. His eyes alternated between the screen and Linda. He was having a hard time breathing.

But he had also orgasmed recently. As hard as his penis was, Linda still couldn't see any pre-cum. This might take some time, she thought.

The video progressed to some oral sex between the girls, but Linda concentrated on Charles's little head; she wasn't going to miss another orgasm from this kid. Not after orchestrating this little show. And not while she was so horny.

An eternity passed before a bead of pre-cum finally leaked out of the tiny hole at the tip of Charles's penis. Linda was a lot closer to him than the last time she'd watched him jack off, and she nearly came just looking at his hand smear the liquid all over his member. Moans of ecstasy came from the TV, but Linda didn't even glance toward it.

Her hands moved. I guess I'VE lost control, too, she thought, as her shirt came up over her head. Charles's eyes flew from the screen to the woman sitting next to him. Linda watched him looking at her topless figure. Both of their mouths were slightly open to gain enough air for their gasping lungs. Her full breasts were covered in tiny goose bumps, and the nipples were completely erect; more erect, in fact, than Linda had ever recalled them being. They were so hard that they hurt.

Her damp shorts came off. And they were both naked, staring at each other.

Linda became even hotter when she realized that Charles had basically forgotten the eight girls on the screen. He was looking at HER. She was older than the porn stars, not quite as pretty, with breasts that sagged a bit. She had a small, but noticeable, bulge around her stomach where her lack of exercise showed. Her legs weren't as shapely as she'd like them to be. And her pussy had a mat of dark hair on it.

But he was looking at HER.

Moaning, Linda began to rub her wet clitoris and, somewhat belatedly, said, "Do you mind if I do this too?" Charles shook his head, kept staring at her, and kept yanking off. His penis was red and glistening.

She lasted longer than she expected to. Right hand rubbing vigorously at her pussy and left hand pinching a nipple, Linda felt an orgasm approaching. Turned on as much as she was, she knew there was no stopping it. At that moment she might have been able to cum without moving a muscle. But masturbating in front of Charles made things even better, and she reveled in it.

Glancing to he's young face, Linda's first orgasm hit. He was looking at her pussy when it began to flutter, and his hand stopped pumping for a moment while he watched her orgasm. In the distance, Linda heard other girls having orgasms on the screen, but her eyes remained locked onto Charles's penis, its tip fully visible now that Charles was just holding its base. It pulsed.

The orgasm intensified and she let out a groan. It continued to escalate, her vision tunneling, seeing only the penis of her Sunday School student, and she wondered idly if she might pass out. Screaming, she pulled into the other side of her orgasm, vision returning to relative normal as a wave of afterglow struck her body.

Her sensations became hyper aware. She noticed that Charles was sweating a bit, could smell his sweat mingling with the scent of her orgasm. Another girl began to have an orgasm on the TV; she ignored it. Most sensitive, though, was her skin.

Linda's leg had become pressed up next to Charles', a result of her spreading her legs a few seconds earlier; his hair tickled her smooth thigh. The fabric of the soft couch cradled her rear end, feeling like a cloud. And her fingers on her pussy created aftershock upon aftershock, making her body quiver everywhere. The hand on her breast quickly joined the one at her crotch as her body decided that it wasn't over with its moment of pleasure quite yet.

"Holy shit!" Linda blurted out as her hands rubbed vigorously. Two of her fingers found their way into her hole and her left hand began pumping into and out of her, her right hand still concentrating on her clit.

"HOLY SHIT!" This time she screamed it. Another orgasm swept through her body, this one not quite as intense as the first, but much longer. Each second seemed like an hour as her muscles spasmed out of control. She flopped like a fish on the couch, each brush against Charles's leg causing her to shake more.

Charles was jacking off again, mouth opened almost comically wide.

"Napkin?" was all he could manage to say. This, the look on his face, and the purple pulsing of his penis, all clued Linda in. He was about to cum.

There were no napkins on hand; they had left them on the living room table, right next to the soiled People magazine. Even if a napkin had been in her fist, Linda wouldn't have used it.

Dropping clumsily to the floor, still coming down from the high of her previous orgasm, Linda turned to face Charles. Batting the kid's hands away, she took his penis into her right hand and began stroking it firmly. Her left hand was at her pussy, rubbing.

Movement caught her eye. She had a large mirror across from the window, something of an heirloom, with swirly designs around its edges. It reflected the bushes right outside.

And it reflected the wide brown eyes and white face of Bailey, watching in wonder has her Sunday School teacher began jacking off one of her friends.

The girl's young hand was pressed up against her mouth; it was Bailey moving her hand that had caught Linda's eye. The girl was obviously trying to hide, peeping between two of the bushes. It was also obvious that she had an amazing view of the couch, but if it weren't for the mirror, Linda probably would have never seen Bailey spying on them.

In her orgasm-rattled mind, Linda couldn't decide what to do about the situation, so her body continued doing what it wanted; pleasuring the boy in front of her and pleasuring herself. Whatever Bailey was going to do about this, she was going to do. And letting the girl know that she'd been caught spying might be worse than just letting her peep.

Using this somewhat skewed logic, Linda redoubled her efforts. Charles let out a wordless moan and thrust his hips forward violently. Linda scooted as close to him as she could, hands still working. Her breasts now hung directly below the boy's dick, warm pre-cum splattering against her sensitive flesh as she jacked Charles off. She felt his inner thigh muscles constricting against the sides of her breasts as the kid tried to delay his orgasm.

He did rather well, for a kid his age. After a few seconds, a long stream of semen spurted out of Charles's dick, just after she had forcefully bent it down toward her breasts. He let out a long moan as another round spurted onto Linda's flesh.

She held onto his dick as the fluid stuck to her chest. The rest of Charles's orgasm ended up on her hand. Linda slowly stroked the boy up and down, lovingly milking him.

Her left hand still idly rubbed her pussy, and she felt another, smaller surge approaching. Linda glanced over to the mirror and saw that, yes, Bailey was still there, watching, her hand still to her mouth.

The voyeurism sent Linda over the edge.

This final orgasm was weaker but far longer than even the second one. It burned inside of her as she held onto Charles's softening penis. Linda closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, resting her head on the boy's left knee.

Linda opened her eyes. Charles was either asleep or in a stupendous after glow, chest slowly going up and down, mouth open. A quick check showed that Bailey was gone. Wondering how much time had passed, Linda took her cum-covered hand away from Charles's soft penis. The TV was silent; the video had ended at some point.

Standing shakily, Linda stared in awe at Charles's naked form. Had she really just done that? Now that her pussy had been satisfied (three times over), the full import of her actions began to crash down into her mind. She had cheated on her husband. With Charles, one of her Sunday School students. And Bailey had watched. Waiting for the feelings of dread and guilt to hit her,Linda moved toward Charles, trying to keep her eyes off of that adorable dick. He opened his eyes without prompting.

"Are... are you okay?" Linda asked somewhat timidly, conscious of her naked body, covered in sweat and cum. She wasn't sure if that was the correct question to ask in this situation, but it was all she could think of.

Charles nodded and smiled a little. When he whispered, "that was awesome," Linda's heart leapt to her throat and all negative feelings disappeared. Maybe what she had done was wrong, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't feel bad about it.

It took some time for them to get cleaned up. They took turns showering as Charles's clothes were being dried. After he dressed, they small talked for a while, almost like they hadn't just had the wildest event of their lives... up to this point, at least.

As the sun slipped toward the horizon, Charles said he had to go. The only indication that anything had happened between them was a slight knowing smile on each of their faces and a small peck on the cheek from Linda.

"Be careful out there," Linda said as Charles walked out the door. "And I'll see you in Sunday School tomorrow."

"Yeah," he said, his smile widening. "I'll see you then."