**Homegrown**

(c) 2012 GingerM

"You see?" Todd hissed, tugging on his binoculars.

"Holy shit..." Jason said, pulling away. "Hey, fuck off, I'm looking!"

"Yeah, but I wanna look some more, too, man!" his best buddy replied.

Jason had laughed when Todd told him about her. "You're fucking with me, right?" he'd said, a disbelieving sneer on his face. "There's no way it's true!"

"That's 'cause you haven't seen her anywheres but school where she's always wearin' skirts," Todd had retorted hotly. "But *I* saw her in the girls' room, and later on I saw her out here, at her folks' place, and that's when I saw for sure."

The two boys had biked out to the Priapp place, armed with Todd's dad's army-surplus binoculars. Their bikes discarded against one of the century-old apple trees in the orchard, they took turns - only, much to Todd's frustration, Jason was hogging - looking at the sun-kissed vision leaning against the well-weathered fence rails, no more than a hundred yards or so away.

Normally modestly clad, the sunny-natured, freckled blonde girl was by no means modest at the moment; wearing only a pair of worn coveralls cut off raggedly at the legs, exposing her smooth, tanned legs. She wasn't wearing a top under it either, and pale skin contrasted with the warm golden tan over the generous swell of her breasts and along the quite visible curve of her hips where her bra and panties would be. But that wasn't what had their complete attention, nor why each was so reluctant to surrender the field glasses to the other. Their magnified gaze was riveted on the the thick bulge, just barely restrained by the worn denim rising from between Mandy's tanned thighs. Where on any other woman there would be a smooth, tantalizing curve, on Mandy that curve was distorted by two large, round globes... and rising between them, something tented the fabric obscenely, in a manner the boys were only too familiar with on themselves. But on a girl...!

"If that's not a cock, what is it, smartass?" Todd asked rhetorically, but Jason waved frantically at him.

"Shit, shit, shit - she's looking, man!" he replied in a panic, and Todd took the opportunity to reclaim the binos. Hastily he settled the eyepieces against his face. Shit - Jason was right! Mandy's blue eyes were looking right at them - and holy fuck! She was rubbing herself through the denim! Even as he watched, the freckled blonde shifted slightly, a wicked grin splitting her face as she drew her fingers along the thick shaft that threatened to rip free. Then she did something even odder - her free hand made an 'A-OK' gesture toward them...?

"Yup... that's a cock," said a soft, throaty female voice behind them, and both of them jerked around in surprise. Mandy's mom, Mrs. Priapp was right behind them, legs planted wide. Brunette, violet-eyed, blessed with a figure one could only call voluptuous, she was the star of nearly every fantasy of every boy at the school. Her proud, firm breasts strained against the worn work short encasing them, her nipples clearly tenting the fabric. Both boy's eyes were drawn inexorably down her smooth, toned belly.

Her fingers were wrapped around an impossibility. Coke-bottle thick, it sprang arrogantly from between her legs, framed by the open flies of her low-riding, hip-hugging jeans. Two fat, glistening orbs swung below it, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. "And so is this," she added softly, a light flaring in her eyes.