Tiffany Cummings’ long, blonde hair shimmers in the sun as she stands on her back patio, surveying her step-son’s high school graduation party. She has agreed to let him host a pool party at she and her husband’s large home to celebrate his achievement, and he has invited about ten of his closest friends over for the event. Tiffany’s husband was out of town on business, so she was the only adult at the party. But, as a 25-year-old trophy wife, she wasn’t much older than her step-son Jack and his friends, and she related much more with his age than her older husband’s.

In preparation for the party, Tiffany had gone to the city’s most expensive, boutique swimwear shop, and purchased a tiny, little string bikini that really showed off her big, silicone tits, and tight, round ass. However, knowing that she it would be wrong to wear such a skimpy bikini in front of her Jack and his friends, she also purchased a thin, gauzy little sarong that she has tied high on one of her curvy, shapely hips. The thin material flutters in the hot afternoon breeze, showing off Tiffany’s long, smooth, toned, tanned legs. When the sunlight catches it from the right angle, the thin material becomes almost translucent and reveals the tiny, miniscule strip of fabric that tightly cups her bald little pussy.

About an equal number of boys and girls have shown up. And even though her own top fails to conceal most of her massive breasts, Tiffany has still been a little shocked at just how skimpy and tiny the girls’ bikinis are. But, the reason for their miniscule, risqué outfits immediately becomes apparent when her step-son’s friend shows up.

The moment he arrives at the party, the girls turn and focus all of their attention on him. Even Tiffany found her breath hitching in her throat as he strolled confidently into her backyard and peeled off his shirt to reveal his supremely sexy body, covered in rippling, bulging muscles. From her position on the patio, Tiffany’s eyes grow wide as saucers and she stands awestruck and shocked at how utterly hot, sexy, and manly he is. Her eyes openly roam over every ridge and contour of his powerful, godlike body, mesmerized by the sheer dominance and sexiness he exudes.

The girls instantly flock to him, making sure to bat their long eyelashes and pose provocatively for him in their tiny little bikinis. Tiffany momentarily feels bad for her step-son and his friends, as the girls have all but forgotten them. Each of the girls coos and giggles over him, trying to find a reason to press their barely-clad bodies against him. Tiffany notices her Jack and his friends looking sullen, but also notices that not one of them challenges him or even meets his gaze. Tiffany’s tiny little nipples stiffen underneath the tiny triangles of her skimpy bikini top, poking out like little eraser nubs against the thin material. She blatantly ogles him, her mouth hanging open in a little "o" shape, gobsmacked by the way his sexy muscles ripple and flex with every movement of his strong, powerful body. Tiffany rubs her thighs together, trying to satisfy the heat rising between her legs, thankful that he hasn’t noticed her hungry stare, as the four high school bimbos that hang all over him currently have his attention.

After a minute of staring at him, she manages to close her mouth as her mind slowly regains the ability to function again, finally reminding her that she is married. Also, her lust-addled brain reminds her that he is only 18, and that it is wildly inappropriate to think dirty, nasty, lewd thoughts about her step-son’s friend. Shaking her head slightly, and blinking her long eyelashes a few times, she tries to put an end to the parade of lustful fantasies marching through her head.

Succeeding only momentarily, she busies herself with refilling the snack bowls and making more punch, but she can’t help but continue to steal glances at him. Each time she does so, she forgets what she’s doing and her mind instantly fogs over in a haze of lust and desire. She just can’t seem to stop imagining what it would be like to be pinned beneath his strong muscular body and letting him do whatever he wants to her. In the back of her mind, she knows that all of her thoughts and feelings toward him are wrong, and that she shouldn’t feel that way towards one of her step-son’s friends, especially as a married woman, but she just can’t seem to think straight around him, her mind unable to focus on anything other than his utterly sexy, hot, gorgeous body.

Despite her body’s desperate yearning, Tiffany manages to control her urges for about an hour, even though she spends most of it standing in the kitchen, looking out the window at him and practically drooling over his sexy, perfect body. But, with each passing minute, her brain seems to be less capable of remembering her roles as a wife and step-mother, and becomes more and more consumed with wanting to find a reason to be up close and alone with him.

Eventually, her pussy drowns out her brain, and even though she knows it’s a terrible idea, she feels as though she’ll explode if she doesn’t get an up close and personal view of his hot, sexy, muscular body. She totters over to the back door on her tall, platform heels, opens it, and in a high-pitched, ditzy voice, she calls out, "Yoo-hoo! Sorry to bother you guys, but could you help me inside with something?"

Her heart beats even faster in her chest, and she swoons, as he flashes her a sexy smile. She tries to conceal her excitement as he slowly extricates himself from the four bimbos that have been eagerly and wantonly rubbing their tight little bodies all over him, stands up, and starts confidently strutting towards her. She stares at his huge muscles rippling sexily as he strides towards her, her breath quickening and her nipples obscenely tenting the thin material of her tiny bikini top.

She bats her long eyelashes up at him, and nervously chews her plump bottom lip, as he reaches her and steps inside. She follows him inside, her eyes glued to his sexy, muscular body, and closes the door. After he takes a few steps inside the kitchen, Tiffany’s tiny, tight little pussy clenches and spasms uncontrollably as he turns around and fixes her with the sexiest, hottest, most gorgeous smile she’s ever seen. She giggles and blushes girlishly, and begins toying with a strand of her long hair, as she looks up at him with her big, wide, doe-eyes. Even though she’s older, she feels small and vulnerable in front of this hot, sexy powerful stud standing in her kitchen. He looks so fucking hot in just a tight pair of swim trunks while she giggles dumbly up at him in her tiny, skimpy bikini and thin sarong.

Trying to think of a reason to need his assistance, Tiffany totters over to a bottom cabinet, her tall heels echoing loudly in on the marble-tiled floor. While her mind screams at her to stop, she giggles as she opens up the cabinet and bends over, straight-legged and at the waist. The tiny string of her bikini bottoms disappears further between Tiffany’s plump, round cheeks as she presents her ass to him, the loose sarong falling to the side. She looks back over her shoulder at him, blushing and giggling girlishly, before saying in a breathy, high-pitched, babyish voice, "I was gonna use this bowl down here to serve you guys some punch, but, like it’s sooo heavy..." She giggles again and she slowly swaying her plump ass back and forth at him, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment by the way she’s acting. "Do you think a big, strong guy like you could get it out for me?"

Tiffany stands back up, and backs away from the cabinet. She looks at him through half-lidded, lust-addled eyes through her long, fluttering eyelashes. As her big, silicone, barely-covered tits heave up and down in her tiny top, she continues to giggle ditzily at him. "I’d be, like, soooo thankful..." she purrs. She stands there in front of him, still salivating over his sexy, muscular body, while her nipples and pussy yearn for his attention. Her mind screams at her, and begs her to stop what she’s doing. To remember that she’s married and shouldn’t be flirting with a boy that just graduated high school. One of her step-son’s friends, no less. But, she can’t seem to stop, wanting nothing more than him to take her in his strong arms, and use her any way he pleases. She waits with panting, ragged breaths for his next move.