Cynthia was very good at compartmentalization. Her ability to remove things from her memory and seamlessly retain them whenever necessary was a valuable skill to have. And never was it more valuable than during a particularly awkward encounter.
In the days following the incident by the pool, Cynthia was able to carry on as normal. Despite seeing her stepson’s best friend in the nude and discovering he had an immensely attractive side to him, she was able to move it to the far back of her mind and not allow it to consume her. Besides, she was busy enough with work and taking care of the house while Frank was gone on business. This was no big deal.
What also helped was the fact that she didn’t see much of Kevin and his buddies as they went about their summer home from school. This made it easy for her to move on from the events of a few days earlier and go back to being herself.
However, with every rule there is always an exception. For Cynthia, that was when she was safely in her own bedroom with the door locked often late at night following her shift. This was when she enjoyed her alone time. At thirty-nine, her sexual libido never felt stronger. She almost always masturbated before bed, especially when sleeping alone. She had a whole range of sex toys to choose from, many of which were not unknown to her husband. In fact, they often used them together.
As she fetched her favorite one, a lifelike bright pink dildo about eight inches in length, she couldn’t help but notice that Peter’s cock was probably bigger. To Cynthia, she never imagined a real world phallus to outstretch her favorite masturbatory companion, but Peter seemed to do just that.
Compartmentalization was easily defeated once she made contact and instantly imagined the young man being the one to please her. She pictured what he looked like fully erect, having seen just a preview of that the other day. As a twenty year old, there was no doubt he could probably get hard as a rock and last much longer than an older man.
As she playfully thrusted the toy in and out, she happily moaned to herself with her eyes closed, picturing what it would be like to accept such a generously sized unit from Peter.
It was normally easy for Cynthia to cum alone. She knew what buttons to press and when. It was even easier when her mind drifted to her recently discovered favorite cock. Her imagination put her and Peter in many different scenarios, often culminating in him spraying her with what she fantasized to be a whole lot of cum.
After she reached orgasm, she tossed her toy aside and began to drift off to sleep. She instantly thought about other mundane things; work, finances, Kevin, and sometimes Frank. But Peter never made another appearance in her cluttered mind until the next night when it was time to have fun again.
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Cynthia was about to call it a night. It was ten o’clock, the house was empty and she was on her third glass of wine. That was usually a sign it was time to turn in. Besides, she was eagerly anticipating another powerful orgasm alone in her room.
That’s when she heard the door open and voices coming in from the front of the house. Kevin was home.
“Oh hey Cynthia, I didn’t think you’d be up,” Kevin said as he entered the kitchen. Cynthia was sitting at the countertop reading a book. “Hi, honey,” she said.
Behind Kevin, Charlie emerged… followed by Peter. “Hi Cynthia,” said Charlie with a smile. He stopped calling her “Mrs.” a few years back. Peter nodded solemnly.
“Where were you guys tonight?” Cynthia asked, very careful to be as normal as possible. This was the first time she saw Peter since the incident.
“O’reilly’s. Then Charm. Then a bunch of other places,” said Charlie. “We had a day.”
“I’ll say. I hope you Ubered,” said Cynthia.
“Pshh. Of course we did,” Kevin said as he tossed the others a beer. He then walked over and refilled Cynthia’s wine glass for her.
“Thank you, honey. How do you guys even get into these places?” she asked as she took a sip of her Cabernet.
“No one cards in this town,” Peter said as he took a seat at the kitchen counter. “They’re just happy to have the business.”
“Learn something new everyday I guess.”
“Can we go outside and smoke a joint?” Kevin asked, although he was clearly at an age where he didn’t really need her permission.
“Everyone’s staying over?” she asked.
“Yup.”
For some reason, Cynthia felt a tingle between her legs when Kevin answered that everyone would be staying. Of course, this had to do with Peter. The idea of him staying in her house with his big penis was slightly thrilling to her. But she kept cool. “Fine by me, guys. That is, only if you share!”
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“You ok dude?” Kevin asked, cracking up laughing. Charlie sat back in the lounge chair staring up at the night sky with a permanent grin on his face. The others knew this was his M.O. anytime he smoked. As a usually loud and comedic guy, he would often get very quiet and subdued when he got high. Tonight was no exception. “Huh?” he asked as he snapped out of it.
Kevin laughed even harder. “Go to bed dude. It’s 1am.”
Cynthia yawned as she covered her mouth. “Oh, my goodness. I should head to bed too. I didn’t realize how late it was. You guys must be good company.”
“Or just good weed,” said Peter. Cynthia smiled and nodded as the two made prolonged eye contact for the first time all night.
“Alright,” Kevin said as he leaned forward and slapped his thighs. “I’m hittin it.”
The four of them trudged inside. Kevin went upstairs and Charlie headed for the basement. “You know where everything is down there guys, right?” Cynthia asked. They nodded. “Good night, guys!” she called out as she headed for her room down the hall. Once she got in, she couldn’t wait to masturbate. She had been thinking about it all night long.
She grabbed her dildo and jumped into bed. Just as she went to turn off the light, she couldn’t help but think about the back door. Was it locked? She always worried about that even though she normally remembered to lock it. Reluctantly, she headed for the kitchen to make sure.
Once she got there, she was surprised to see she had forgotten to lock it. Good thing I checked she thought to herself. That’s when she noticed him. Peter was still outside, drinking a beer under the stars. She opened the door.
“Everything ok?” she called out.
“Hmm? Oh yeah, thanks. I just wasn’t ready to sleep just yet.”
Cynthia paused a moment before grabbing her wine glass from the sink. She poured one for herself and headed out. “Can’t let you sit here alone. You mind company?”
“Not at all, have a seat. It’s so nice out.”
“I’ll say. I love it out here.” She turned to Peter. “Hey, how’s your leg?”
“It feels much better,” he said as he placed his hand where the gash was. “Looks nasty but it’s not painful.”
“Oh, good. I’m glad. I fixed that stupid ladder the next day. I feel terrible.”
“Don’t be. If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably still be bleeding out in the pool!”
Cynthia smiled as she looked at Peter. He was looking up at the sky. She glanced at his crotch and could definitely see a bulge. She thought about how it must be hard to conceal such a big penis most of the time. She wondered how after all these years, she never noticed it herself.
The two made small talk for a few minutes. Peter was surprisingly very easy to talk to. He wasn’t awkward or shy. He always asked good questions. Cynthia found that charming and endearing. Then things took a turn.
“Sorry I got so weird the other day. I’m normally not like that,” he said.
“Hmm?”
He turned to her. “Ya know, when you had to take my clothes off. I was acting like a doofus.”
“Ohh, don’t even worry about it. It’s not everyday you’re getting completely nude in front of your friend’s stepmom!” she said.
Peter chuckled. “I think I’ve seen a few movies that start out like that!”
Cynthia snorted as she laughed. “Don’t make me laugh when I’m drinking or I’m gonna stain my clothes!”
“Sorry,” Peter said as he looked back up at the sky. “I’ll go back to telling bad jokes.”
Cynthia joined him by looking up. “Ya know, Peter. Charlie’s always going on and on about his latest fling with the ladies, but I never hear about you. Are you seeing anyone these days?”
“Ugh,” Peter sighed. “I’m in a dry spell.”
“Oh no! I’m sorry. That happens to everyone though. You know that.”
Peter turned to her. “I almost hooked up with this girl I was after for a little while.”
“Yeah?” she asked, turning to him as well. “And?”
“She kinda ran out on me. Wasn’t my proudest moment.”
“On you? Lies! You’re a sweetheart. What happened?” she asked.
Peter set the moment up beautifully. He craved the opportunity to talk about it with Cynthia. He sort of felt she would be open to talking about it as well.
“Well, we were kissing and all that. Then things started to get a little more serious,” he stared.
“Spicy!” Cynthia said as she kicked her legs up on the chair and angled her body towards Peter. “Then what?”
Peter laughed. “She, ummm…. She saw it. And pretty much freaked the fuck out and said no way.”
“No!” Cynthia shouted. “You’re kidding me!”
“Honest to God! I’m not lying. She took one glance and lost it.”
“I’m sorry I’m laughing,” said Cynthia. “This is not funny. You poor thing.”
“Oh, you’re fine. Honestly, like I said, not my proudest moment. But ya know what? What are you gonna do? God gave this to me. It’s certainly not gonna be for everyone.”
Cynthia smiled and nodded. “That’s a great perspective.” After a pause of silence, she spoke again. “Besides, there are plenty… and I mean plenty of women out there that would be over the moon for what you have.”
“Really?”
“Oh, really. Believe me. I’m one of them.” Cynthia’s crotch tingled after admitting to Peter that she was into larger penises. She rarely spoke about it, but tonight was different. She wanted the young man to know he had exactly what she craved. Plus, the wine helped.
Peter turned to her in shock. His mouth dropped. “Really?” he whispered, suddenly very cognizant of their environment. She nodded excitedly. “Really,” she said.
“But mine’s, like, ridiculous. It’s not just big, it’s obscene. Sometimes I look at it and I’m just like what the fuck is this thing, ya know?” he joked. “Like it’s out of a horror movie.”
Cynthia laughed as she leaned forward clutching her belly. “What did I tell you about making me laugh too hard!”
After a moment of pause, she turned to him. “How big is it?” she asked with genuine curiosity.
Peter looked up. “Well, we measured it a few months ago. ‘We’ meaning me and this girl I was with at the time. I swear it was like nine inches I think. Or just over nine.”
“Your penis is nine inches?” Cynthia asked. “You’re not serious.”
“Oh, I am,” he laughed. “I told you it’s a freakshow.”
“Not to me. I think it looks nice. I told you that.”
Peter nodded. “Oh believe me, I remember. Those sorts of things stay in your mind, ya know?”
Cynthia nodded in agreement. She knew all too well about things popping into your mind. As Peter looked up again, she looked down. She noticed he had his hands neatly folded on his lap. They were positioned in such a way, he appeared to be hiding something. She clearly knew what it was. “Peter?” she asked, softly.
“Yes?”
“Are you trying to hide something?” she asked, giggling while nodding towards his crotch.
“Are you gonna think I’m a creep?”
Cynthia laughed. “I’m thirty-nine. There’s no shame anymore. I’ve seen it all. A boner’s a boner. May as well let it breathe.”
Peter laughed. “Touche,” he said as he casually removed his hands, revealing a sturdy tent popping up under his shorts. “And there he is,” he announced.
“There he is,” she repeated. “He still looks a little cramped, huh?”
“You want me to take it all the way out?” Peter’s cock throbbed at even the idea of being completely exposed to the beautiful Cynthia.
“If you want to!” she said. “I’m not gonna stop you, that’s for sure.” She checked the house behind them. “They’re all asleep,” she whispered.
Peter eagerly slid his boxer briefs down to his ankles, kicking them off to the patio below. He then picked up his cock at the base and held it up proudly. He smiled as he checked Cynthia’s reaction.
She didn’t show any emotion at first. Instead opting for an acknowledging head nod. Almost as if to say “Yup, there it is.” After she stared at it for a few moments, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“What?” Peter asked, confused. “Should I not have done this?”
“Oh heavens no, honey. You’re fine. I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just that… my goodness you’re a big boy, that’s all!”
“Heh, yup. I told you,” he said, glancing down at his hard-on. “It’s a beast.”
“It’s long and thick. You sort of check both boxes there, don’t you?” she said as she propped her head up with her hand, as if she was watching a movie or something.
“I think it’s the thickness that scares people,” he admitted while still looking at it.
“That’s the best part,” Cynthia whispered playfully. “Believe me.”
The two of them stared at it a bit longer. Peter even stroked it ever so slightly, unsure if Cynthia could even see that he did. “Can you tell he’s enjoying this?” he asked, referring to his penis in the third person.
“It’s impressive! You look like you’re ready to burst over there,” she said. Cynthia could feel herself warming up. She was desperately entranced by the young man. She had allowed herself to be this free and open so far, there was no sense slowing down. “You can if you want to, ya know.”
Peter turned to her with a surprised look. “Really? You don’t care?”
“Why would I care? It’s a normal thing we all do, Peter.”
“So, where? Like, just right here?” Peter asked. “In front of you?”
“Well, don’t make a mess! But sure. Right here. Why not?” she asked as she took another sip of wine. “May as well show me what those big balls of yours can produce, right?”
“Right,” said Peter as he nervously began stroking his cock in front of Cynthia. “Speaking of which, that’s another thing that scares girls.”
“Oh does it now?” Cynthia laughed. “Am I in for a show?”
Peter bit his lower lip as he jerked off. “You might be!”
Cynthia crossed her gorgeous legs and in doing so, slipped a hand between them. This way, she could subtly play with herself without Peter knowing. She wasn’t quite ready to show all her cards anyhow. Her pussy felt great as she secretly massaged it while watching Peter masturbate. Her eyes got heavy with lust as she watched him cradle his balls with one hand and stroke with the other. He repeatedly licked his palm for lubrication.
“How’s it feel?” she asked, breaking the long silence.
“Really good. It feels really, really good.”
“I’m glad.”
Peter then used two hands to jerk off, much to the amusement of Cynthia. She had never seen a man with a big enough cock to use two hands and still have more room. It was quite impressive. Without the support of his hand, his big balls slapped up and down with feverish movements.
“You getting there?” she asked quietly. Peter made eye contact and nodded. He was very close.
“Don’t be too messy, remember!” she teased.
Peter put all his focus on his cock. He was so close to orgasm. It didn’t matter that his best friend’s stepmom was watching. Or that his friends were asleep inside. Nothing else mattered. He just wanted to cum.
“Argghhhh!” he belted out. Cynthia giggled and made a “Shoosh” sound while she eagerly watched the first thick, white cumshot spew out his cock onto his belly.
“Whoa,” she said quietly.
Plenty more came out as Peter kicked his legs and jutted his butt up in the air. He shot six, seven, eight thick loads all over his body. Several were shooting so far, they went over his head.
“Oh my God!” Cynthia said quietly. She was in shock with how much he was cumming. “You cum so much!”
Peter kept going as more shots were fired with less velocity, landing harmlessly on his belly. All said and done, he came twelve blasts as he relaxed, panting, and clutching his hard cock for dear life.
“Peter!” Cynthia gasped as she looked around at the cum he left everywhere. “How on Earth?”
Peter turned to her and sheepishly laughed. “I told you, Cynthia. It’s an insane amount.”
“Peter this is not normal,” she said, still surveying the cumshot. She looked up at him. “Believe me, I’m a nurse.” They each cracked up laughing.
Peter peered around to see where he got it. It had landed on the patio behind where his head was. Three thick blasts. “Oh fuck,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“Wait right there,” Cynthia said as she darted for the kitchen leaving Peter lying naked, covered in his own spunk and an erection that didn’t seem to go down.
After several minutes, she emerged from the sliding door with a towel. She approached Peter. He held his hands out to accept the towel, but Cynthia went to work herself. She gently wiped the cum from his belly and chest. She chuckled as she cleaned some that landed on his face. She cleaned off the back of the chair before looking at his penis. It too was covered in sticky cum. She casually lifted it up with one hand while using the towel to clean it dry. She worked methodically and calmly, much like she did at work when caring for a sick patient. She had a professional calmness to her that made Peter feel at ease. It was nice to be taken care of by her.
Watching her slender and neatly manicured fingers handle his large cock was mesmerizing. Her hands were petite. The giant slab of meat made them look even smaller. Peter couldn’t help but notice any time some of his cum accidentally got on her hand. There was certainly enough of it around.
“There we go. Think I got it all?” she asked, inspecting her work.
“I think you did,” he agreed.
“Oh wait, your balls!” Cynthia then handled each large orb with extra care. She held them up with her hand while using the towel to carefully scrub them clean. She laughed to herself. “You shoot so much. I seriously can’t even get over this.”
“Thanks,” Peter said, unsure how to respond to her praise.
“I can see you’re enjoying this, huh?” she asked as she squeezed the base of his dick. Her fingers couldn’t quite touch when they encircled him.
“I have a tendency to stay like this for a little bit.”
“It’s a good skill to have. The women probably don’t complain,” she said as she gave him a couple of playful strokes before letting it back down.
Cynthia stood back up, hands on her hips looking around. “You’ll have to get the hose for the rest. I’m not cleaning the patio,” she announced. “And Jesus there’s a lot on there too! You’re something else, Peter.”
Peter stood up next to her to see what she was talking about. It truly was everywhere. “No problem, Cynthia. I can clean this up.”
Cynthia looked down at his still erect cock. She put her hand on it yet again. “Nine inches. Look at this thing,” she said. “You’ve got a talent Peter.”
Peter let her stroke it without protesting. He felt as if he could cum again. “Feel free to just keep doing that if you want.”
Cynthia looked up at him and smiled. “You’re cute,” she said. “Maybe next time,” she whispered. “You and this dick of yours should go to bed. Make sure you’re not like this before joining your buddy down there, ok?”
“Heh, ok, ok. Goodnight,” he said.
Cynthia kissed him once on the cheek before looking down at his cock. She stroked it, this time harder and longer. She let it go and looked up at him. “Goodnight.”