Other than that, she was naked.
All five young boys eagerly took in the sights:
Honor's slender long legs, her perfectly flat tummy, her firmly rounded buttocks and the gentle bulge of her pubic mound, so smoothly waxed that the wetly gaping slit of her cunt (easily seen within the black lacy opening of the crotchless panties) was all the more lusciously prominent.
And inviting.
“There's your $5 on the counter,” she told them. “And you're all staring directly at your treat, I see.”
Yes, they were, she noted with satisfaction.
Del and the four younger boys could not look away from her slickened pussy, in fact, once their eyes dropped down to it from her semi-bare breasts. And the sight of it, her wonderful grown-up cunt, displayed as such in her obscene little show-off panties, instantly gave each youngster a growing bulge in the front of his jeans.
“Your pussy's the best treat of all,” Del told her, with a genuine smile. This wasn't their first time together, after all. “Mrs. Raffelson's peanut butter cookies aren't bad, but you've got her beat all out.”
“So my cunt's even better?” she wanted to hear it said. “Better than peanut butter cookies?”
“In every way,” young Will threw in, a skinny 10-year-old. He already was holding himself through his jeans, squeezing himself, really, clearly anticipating what was coming next. “Even though I love cookies.”
Honor gave the slender boy a bemused look.
“Cookies are nice,” she allowed, motioning for all four of them to follow her into the first floor master bedroom. “But for young boys like yourselves, I believe pussy will always be better.”
“Yes!” a tall 10-year-old named Tom punched the air with a delighted laugh. “I knew this would be a great day.”
And as all the boys trailed into the master bedroom behind her, they began kicking off their shoes and pulling off their clothes. They'd been to Honor's home before, in her bedroom, even, helping her, as it were, and understood exactly what was required.
“Mrs. Edmonds baked us a cake,” one of the two youngest boys, 9-year-old Frank, informed her. “That was good, too.”
“Cake's always nice,” Honor nodded. “But it's still not pussy.”
She just wanted to make certain the boys all understood how truly special her treat for them was, how personal, even, her treat one that could be remembered and appreciated for many years to come.
When she reached her huge bed, she turned around to face them and discovered they were all five entirely naked, a haphazard line of tee-shirts, jeans, tennis shoes and underwear strewn on the floor behind them.
“That's true,” the other youngest boy, Taylor, a healthy-looking 3rd-grader, nodded as he agreed with her that it wasn't pussy. “But it was a great cake.”
His young cock was standing straight up, Honor saw, the swollen tip of it so smoothly swollen that she swallowed at the sight of it. She had a sudden urge to simply drop to her knees and suck it into her mouth.
But instead she simply smiled at Taylor, then reached down for his erection.
Her slim fingers closed around its hardness, the skinny shaft of it jerking, and then the boy smiled nervously up at her in response. Though all five of the young boys had helped her before, in fact had helped the living hell out of her, this was still relatively new to them all. And it still made them extremely anxious.
The sex thing.
“I do know how to bake,” she told Taylor. “Would you rather I made you boys a cake next time?”
But before the startled boy could answer, Del moved quickly beside the young woman, one of his hands suddenly inside the back of her black lace crotchless panties. He gently squeezed one cheek of Honor's firm bare ass, which got a quick look back out of her.
“Is that what you'd like instead?” she asked Del, biting at her full lower lip, which suddenly seemed to be trembling. “Cookies?”
“Forget the baked goods,” he told her, then turned to the younger boy. “Taylor, not another word.”
To which the naked 9-year-old nodded guiltily.
Even at his young age, he knew he'd almost screwed it up for all of them. He pretended to suddenly be fascinated with one of the small gilt-framed pictures of a smiling teenage Honor, sitting on her dresser.
“Is that you in high school?” he asked, which got him a nasty look from Del. “You were even amazingly beautiful back then…”
“Why, thank you, Taylor,” she said. “That's so sweet of you to say.”
Del rolled his eyes behind Honor, but gave the boy an almost imperceptible nod of approval. The kid had put them back on the right track, that slippery track leading straight into Honor's fabulous cunt.