Melissa Rose is eight months pregnant. She’s also hornier than she’s ever been in her entire life. Her husband isn’t interested, so she takes care of herself while watching Jacob, her sexy young poolboy, hard at work outside. One day Jacob catches her in the act. Luckily, the young stud is only too happy to join in and feast on Melissa’s body in more ways than one!EXCERPT:I watched him skimming the dead leaves off the surface of the pool. Those gorgeous sculpted arm muscles of his flexed and relaxed with each movement, and the sunlight glistened off his bronze chest. What did Jacob smell like, I wondered. After pondering the question, I decided he probably emitted a mixture of scents. There would be a presence of chlorine, no doubt, and probably sweat too along with something a little more difficult to put your finger on–eau de teenage boy. Maybe his signature scent contained a hint of fast food. Like other boys his age, Jacob was surely taking full advantage of his speedy metabolism and eating whatever he wanted. Maybe the faint hint of weed was also part of Jacob’s signature scent. I imagined him puffing on a joint in that beat-up old Toyota of his. He was a clean cut, studious sort, but I liked to think he was a bit of a rebel too. There was no doubt in my mind that that his signature scent included a whiff of cum. At his age, he was probably jerking off as often as I was. Possibly even more often.I moaned, rolling my head softly against the sofa cushions as I reached for Roger. Jacob had finished skimming and was now crouched over the portable pool vacuum, affixing the hoses. His muscles rippled in the sunlight. God, he was so beautiful…Hoisting my legs up onto the sofa, I spread my thighs wide and switched Roger on. My pussy was already gushing, so I nudged him easily into me and closed my eyes. I pictured Jacob with his fingers wrapped around his cock, beating himself off with wild abandon. My movements mirrored the ones I imagined Jacob making. Every time I pictured his hand sliding up his cock, I pushed Roger deeper inside of me, and every time I pictured Jacob’s hand sliding down his shaft, I pulled Roger back out. In my mind Jacob increased his speed, so in reality I did too. My body lurched, and I cried out, and the image in my mind shattered into a million pieces. This was absolutely no problem because it was quickly replaced with another one–an even better one. Instead of jerking himself off, the Jacob of my imagination was fucking me senseless. Roger was transformed into the pool boy’s thick, powerful cock, and it was pounding me into a state of blissful oblivion. I imagined wrapping my arms and legs around that hot young, virile body. I imagined tasting his salty skin. I imagined straddling those washboard abs, cradling those bursting balls in my hands, taking them into my mouth…Oh, god! I cried out.I rammed Roger into my pussy over and over until my body stopped trembling and the orgasm subsided. With a smile, and a sigh, I opened my eyes.And I froze.Jacob was standing right on the other side of the sliding glass door, not ten feet away from me. He could definitely see inside and it was more than obvious what I was doing. Spread-eagled on the sofa, my pussy was on full display. In fact, it was pointed right at him.I wanted to shriek, and god knows I wanted to pull Roger out of my pussy, to snap my legs back together, to jump up and run from the room, but I couldn’t manage to utter a sound or make a movement.Like I said, I was frozen.I squeezed my eyes closed as the utter humiliation beat down upon me. I managed to pull Roger out of my pussy. I tossed him on the carpet and covered my face with both hands. I managed to close my thighs too, and to pull my sundress down, but getting up and running out of the room was out of the question. Being eight months pregnant, I possessed all the grace of a water buffalo. I’d already humiliated myself enough for one day; I wasn’t about to treat Jacob to the sight of me trying to get up off the sofa.Just go. Please just go and never, ever, ever bring this up.I counted to ten and then I opened my eyes, praying with all my might that Jacob had gone back to cleaning the pool.He hadn’t. He had a soft, sexy smile on his lips. One hand was pressed up against the glass door, and the other one was shoved down his pants.
