The Perfect Hand

Tim Jenkins seemed like just your average 11th grader. His grades were mediocre, he played basketball and baseball for his high school, and he was noticed by girls. His problem was that he’d never had a girlfriend before and was too nervous to ask a girl out. As we all know, this may cause some problems when you are 17. His lack of girls led him to become a porn addict. This is where the story starts.
It was mid-October, and Tim had the day off from school because of a teacher work day. Baseball practice was cancelled because of the pouring rain outside. Both of his parents were at work, and his little sister was over at a neighbor’s house. Tim rolled out of bed at 11:15 a.m., feeling very horny. He crossed his room to his computer and booted it up. He went to his bathroom cabinet and got out his lube. The AOL screen popped up, saying “you’ve got mail!” ‘Interesting, thought Tim, he had just checked it the night before.’ He checked it and noticed it was from someone he had never emailed. The beginning read like this:
“Hey baby,
I think we could really get along if you just gave me a chance. Until then, I’ll always be yours, at least in my fantasies.” ‘Wow, thought Tim, I’ve never got anything like this before.’ There was more: “Scroll down, and I’ll show you what my breasts look like.” He immediately scrolled down, starting to feel his boner pushing against his boxers. There on the screen was a medium-sized picture of a big set of breasts. The email read further: “I’m a mother of 3, 5’5”, dark brown hair, D-size breasts, and I’ve got a big ass. If you like what you see, email me and we can talk.” ‘Sure thing’, thought Tim. He immediately replied saying: “Hey, you sound great to me. Write back and we’ll chat.” He was so horny, he couldn’t think this was really happening. It was like a dream come true. After he sent it, he noticed it was from “[email protected]” ‘Well, he thought, that sure is a “mother I’d like to fuck”!’ Little did he know what would happen that night.
Tim looked down and saw his boner. He had to satisfy himself. He brought the picture back up, lubed up his boner, and started to beat his meat. When he was finished, he noticed that once again, he had new mail. ‘Wow, he thought, I hope that’s her!” Sure enough, another message from [email protected]. The message read:
“Hey baby,
I hope you’re as horny as I am right now. My pussy is really wet, and I can’t stop rubbing it.