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My Tale
by Guilty Secret (pamj202002@yahoo.com)

***

How a woman finds passion and excitement in the arms of 
a young lad. (Fm-teen, ped, 1st, rom, mast)

***

The tale I’m about to relate may not appeal to many and 
indeed some may disagree entirely with its content. I’m 
not trying to justify my actions or condone underage 
sex in any way but having read a number of stories I 
felt that telling my tale here was an anonymous way of 
relinquishing my guilty secret after keeping it to 
myself for the last few of years. 

I’m 47, have been married for 25 years and have twin 
daughters both of whom have left home. My husband is an 
officer in the navy and I have led a very comfortable 
life living as we do in a lovely rural part of the 
country. As happily married as I am I have to admit 
that I am no stranger to being alone as my husband 
spends a lot of time away. I spend a lot of time 
engrossed in my hobby, horses, and have two. It’s 
really through the horses that this began.

An old friend of mine, who lives not far from us, asked 
if I could teach her son to ride and as a favour to her 
I agreed. After some discussion it was agreed that he 
would work for me as a stable lad in exchange for 
lessons. They only live about a mile away and he’d 
cycle to me after school every other day to muck out 
and clean up etc. I didn’t mind not having to do the 
heavy work and actually enjoyed his company. 

He was a nice looking lad of 14, quite tall with broad 
shoulders and light brown hair, bright blue eyes and a 
melting smile. The kind of smile that would definitely 
be on his side with the girls when he got older but I 
also knew that he had no idea he possessed such a gift. 

He was eager to get on and learn, he worked hard but 
his one fault was his apparent shyness. It was quite 
hard to get a conversation out of him and at first 
hardly ever spoke without being spoken to first. Over 
the next couple of months things got better as we 
settled in to a routine and got used to each other. 

As I said, I liked his company and got very used to 
having him and his smile around. He was soon able to 
ride quite competently, he knew what was expected in 
the yard and at the weekends we often spent several 
hours together out riding. It was definitely nice to 
have a hansom young escort.

Sex was something that happened between my husband and 
I when we made love when he was home, and yes, when he 
was away, I masturbated. Like most people I had 
discovered masturbation in my teens, I enjoyed it 
occasionally even after marriage and it was a definite 
release at times. 

Although there was always the honeymoon period when he 
came home our sexual relationship wasn’t a major thing, 
I suppose what I’m saying is that our sex life was 
pretty good but not the be all and end all and that 
when he was away I masturbated not because I missed and 
wanted sex but because I liked and enjoyed it. 

My friend informed me that she had the opportunity to 
go with her husband on a business trip and She asked if 
Peter could stay with me for four days. As I said, I 
had grown to enjoy his company and readily agreed. It 
was at the end of his stay that things changed a bit. 

Things worked out well and it’s hard to explain but I 
really enjoyed having him around, his smile and company 
were a real pleasure. Thursday came and his parents 
would be back that evening so he would not be staying 
another night and as part of my routine that day I went 
to his room to strip the bed. It was then that I got 
quite a shock. There, under the mattress as I pulled 
the sheet off were a pair of my panties.

I don’t think it sank in right away but the more I 
thought about it I soon got quite cross. He had been a 
guest in my house and this is how he had repaid me. 
Going through my things! There was no end to the things 
I thought, he had let me down, I had trusted him and he 
had repaid me by my by invading my privacy. I realised 
that the only place these could have come from were the 
drawers in my room, Christ! He really had been through 
my things.

I then began to think of why, why did he have my 
underwear and after some time I came to the conclusion 
that he must be a cross dresser. That’s it; he 
obviously likes or wants to dress up. That didn’t 
excuse his going through my things and I decided that I 
had no option but to confront him when he got in from 
school.

I finished the room, took the underwear down stairs, 
put it in a bag and threw it in the bin. There was an 
hour or so before he got in and my mind was jumping 
about all over the place. In that time I guess I went 
from anger to confused and finally to curiosity. After 
all, I thought of myself as broad minded and this was 
either a problem or a fetish but in any case it didn’t 
excuse his going through my things. 

By the time he got in I had decided that shouting 
wouldn’t do any good and that I would try to talk it 
through. He went straight upstairs as he usually did 
but he wasn’t back down within 5 minutes as usual and I 
knew then that he had seen the bed and realised. 

I went to the foot of the stairs and called up; getting 
no response I called again and said that I needed to 
talk to him. When he eventually came down I was sat at 
the kitchen table with a coffee, he stood at the door 
looking very sheepish, head down not wanting to look at 
me. I said, "You know what I want to talk about."

And almost before I had finished he blurted out, "I’m 
sorry, I’m so sorry, don’t tell anyone, please." His 
face was bright red and he fidgeted about on the spot. 

I felt his anguish but I was the injured party here, I 
was the adult and I felt I needed to keep control. "Sit 
here, I need to talk about this."

He sat opposite me and kept his head down avoiding any 
visual contact, his face and ears burning red.

"You know what this is all about, don’t you? He nodded, 
still not looking up. "How did you feel when you saw 
that I had found them?" He looked up but didn’t say 
anything. "Well imagine that and think how I felt." I 
then went on to explain how angry and let down I felt. 

I could see the anguish in his face and the tears 
welling up in his eyes. "I’m so sorry, I never meant 
any harm," he said and again, "please don’t say 
anything, don’t tell my parents."

"I don’t know what to do right now, that’s why I need 
to talk to you and I guess you owe it to me to be 
honest," I said. 

I went on to explain how angry I had felt, how he had 
abused my trust and that I needed to be sure he 
understood that and was sorry, I wanted an apology.

He looked up, I could see the tears beginning to run 
down his cheeks and I could also sense that he was 
trying hard not to sob as he said, "I am very sorry, 
I’m so sorry, I just didn’t think, I never meant to 
upset you or make you angry, I’d never do that, I’m 
sorry."

I told him that I accepted his apology and that I 
expected that he’d not abuse my trust like that again.

He assured me of that and then asked if I would tell 
his parents. I knew by now that I wouldn’t, after all, 
it would probably be embarrassing for me and them, and 
I didn’t know if I could really handle that.

I didn’t answer but said, "Why did you take them?"

"I don’t know I just wanted to see them, see what they 
were like."

"So why were they under the mattress, why take them out 
of the drawer?"

There was no answer; he just sat looking down at his 
hands and fiddling his fingers.

"Do you like women’s clothes, do you want to dress up?"

His head shot up, his eyes wide as he looked at me, 
"No, no, I don’t want to dress up, that’s not it, no."

"Why then?"

"I’m embarrassed."

"I don’t think there’s much left to be embarrassed 
about is there."

We sat there in silence for a few moments, his head 
hung low and clasping his fingers together nervously.

"Listen, I may not be as embarrassed as you right now 
but this has to be sorted and I’m not finding this easy 
either so I’d just like you to be honest, OK?"

He nodded and looked up at me, I could see the anguish 
in his face, and he swallowed, looked back down and 
said, "Well, err, I just wanted to see your underwear, 
your panties, I wanted to see what they were like, what 
they felt like and I, he paused again glancing up at 
me, I imagined what you look like in them."

It didn’t dawn on me for a moment but as we sat there 
looking at each other I realised what he was saying. 
For the fist time I put two and two together making 
four. He had been fantasising about me and presumably 
using my underwear as an aid to masturbation!

I could feel my own cheeks reddening as I mulled it 
over in my mind.

He broke the silence by once again saying, "I’m sorry, 
I never meant to upset you." 

It was my turn to feel awkward, I had just forced this 
young lad to confess a great secret and I began to feel 
as well as see the anguish in his face.

I told him that it was OK, I wasn’t angry anymore, I 
thanked him for being honest, I told him that I 
realised how difficult it must have been and said that 
at least the air was clear, we could put it behind us 
as long as he realised that he had to respect other 
people and their trust.

With a slight waiver in his voice he asked if I would 
say anything to anyone and without thinking I said that 
I saw no reason to, it was between us and need not go 
any further. His whole body seemed to relax as if a 
great weight was lifted off his shoulders. He wiped the 
back of his hand over his cheeks and shifted in his 
seat. 

I too felt a sense of relief, I guess the mothering 
instinct had set in and I wanted to comfort him, to 
tell him it was OK but knew that it was not appropriate 
at the time, I didn’t want to send the wrong signals. 
"Curiosity is very natural you know," I said in a soft 
tone.

I looked at the clock, it was almost time for him to be 
collected and told him to get his things together and 
wash his face. Making light of the situation I said, 
"The last thing we need is someone saying that it looks 
as if you’ve been crying."

It wasn’t long before his parents arrived and after 
coffee and a chat they left and I busied myself for the 
rest of the evening not giving the previous few hours a 
thought.

I didn’t see him until the Monday when he came after 
school as usual and I can honestly say that I hadn’t 
given any thought to the revelations of that previous 
Friday. When he arrived I was genuinely pleased to see 
him and glad to have his company. Neither of us made or 
implied any reference to the previous week although he 
did appear a little reserved.

Later that evening I was in the bath having a relaxing 
soak, my mind drifted and I soon realised I was 
thinking about Peter, I was thinking about all sorts of 
things. He was cute, good looking in a boyish way but 
definitely good looking, lovely eyes and that smile. I 
remembered what he had said about his imagining me in 
my panties. I felt warm, relaxed, and sexy. I was 
getting turned on thinking about him and what he had 
said. 

I suddenly had a feeling of guilt, Christ, I was 
getting turned on by this lad, a lad of 14, a lad 
younger than my daughters! That’s not right, cradle 
snatcher! The words in my head brought me back to 
reality. I finished my bath and went to my bedroom, 
dried and did my hair. As I got a pair of panties out 
of the drawer my mind drifted back to Peter and without 
a conscious though I chose a pair similar to those that 
he had taken and slipped them on as I stood in front of 
the mirror. 

I looked myself up and down, not bad, even if I do say 
so myself I thought. 44, two kids and a size 14 but I 
still looked OK. Good enough for him to think of me. I 
imagined him there with me, looking at me in my 
panties. My mind raced on; did he think I was sexy? I 
liked that thought, the thought that I was sexy to a 
lad like him. 

I ran my hands and fingers over my body, god I was 
turned on. I thought of him with my panties, excited by 
the thought that he had masturbated with them thinking 
of me. I slipped in to bed and masturbated thinking of 
him, thinking of me. Imagining him with me, showing 
him, letting him explore my horny body. I was so turned 
on that I came very quickly. I couldn’t remember the 
last time I was so turned on or I had cum so fast. 

Lying there, warm relaxed and settled the feelings of 
guilt came flooding back, this wasn’t right, he was a 
boy, what would people think? I must be depraved. No, 
It was just a fantasy, fantasy is fine, no one needs to 
know, what they don’t know can’t harm. I mused and 
thought for a while as I drifted off to a contented 
sleep.

***

Over the next few months things carried on as normal, 
he continued coming over after school every other day. 
At the weekend he’d normally spend all day Sunday with 
me. I grew more and more besotted by him as the time 
passed. Even though I never really waited longer than a 
day to see him I found that I was longing to see him 
and watching the hours pass before his arrival. 

I loved just being in his company, watching him. It’s 
hard to explain but I just liked being with him, 
talking to him, I guess I found his youthfulness and 
innocence refreshing and yes, exciting. I began to 
fantasise about him regularly. 

My fantasies would be very varied, some would be about 
me seducing him and taking his virginity. In others we 
would slowly explore each other’s bodies, looking, 
touching, responding to each other’s touches. Some just 
about him as I imagined what his youthful naked body 
looked like, did he have much hair! What he looked like 
lying, kneeling or standing in all his erect glory. 

How he masturbated, what he thought about as he handled 
his hard young cock, did he still think about my 
panties or even better, did he think about ME! Did he 
really think I was sexy? I even thought about ways I 
could make these things happen, how I’d go about 
actually making him mine but all the while telling 
myself that this was just a beautiful fantasy.

The summer came, he had turned 15 and his birthday was 
the first time I remember any real physical contact 
between us. I had given him a small gift and then 
without any premeditation I simply said, "Don’t I get a 
thank you kiss?" He stepped toward me and we embraced. 

It must have happened all in a flash but I can remember 
every detail. I held him tighter than he held me, his 
arms under mine and his hands on my waist. Looking down 
very slightly in to his eyes I could feel the warmth of 
his body against mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him 
gently on the lips being conscious not to linger too 
long before we parted. 

I could feel my own excitement deep within the pit of 
my stomach and my hard nipples pressing against the 
material of my bra. I could sense his feelings of 
awkwardness; the slight reddening of his cheeks gave 
him away. I remember hoping that he was embarrassed by 
his own thoughts and not by being kissed by me.

I said, "It wasn’t that bad was it?"

"What?" he said, looking back at me with wide eyes.

"Me giving you a birthday kiss!"

"No not at all." 

I probably could have but I didn’t pursue the 
conversation any further then and we went on about our 
work but that evening I spent quite some time reliving 
that few moments of innocent but exquisite contact and 
going through several scenarios that might have 
occurred had I. God that boy made my whole body shiver. 

Depraved as it may sound I couldn’t think about him 
without my nipples becoming sensitive and my pussy 
moist and tingly. I was obviously hooked and have to 
admit that during those months, even when my husband 
was home I masturbated several times a week thinking 
about him.

I should have been happy with that, the occasional 
contact, the fleeting glances, the fantasy that I could 
please myself with at any time. I convinced myself that 
there was nothing wrong with my feelings and thoughts. 
What was wrong with a woman my age guiding a lad of his 
age in to manhood if he was a willing lover? It sounds 
as if this was my every thought but although the urge 
was very strong it wasn’t all consuming, my busy life 
had lots of other more mundane distractions.

August was beautiful, very sunny and long warm 
afternoons. On a Sunday not long after his birthday we 
were out on a ride, we had been out about an hour when 
we stopped for a while. We were in a small grassy 
clearing on a pretty secluded riverbank. We had been 
chatting about all sorts of things and I had just asked 
him about girls just as if it was part of the 
conversation as we lay reclining on the grass a few 
feet apart.

"Do you have a girl friend Peter?"

"No!"

"Have you ever had one?"

"No, not really, I have sort of at school but never 
actually been out with a girl," he said not looking at 
me.

"Would you like one then?"

"What do you mean?" he said, glancing in my direction 
before looking back at his feet.

"Well, you obviously like girls so you must have 
thought about having a girlfriend."

"I suppose so but they act bitchy half the time and you 
never know what they really mean or if they like you or 
not so I just don’t bother"

He seemed quite relaxed as we spoke and I was comforted 
by that fact, the fact that we were talking freely and 
was obviously content and relaxed in my company.

"I bet you get embarrassed around them like you used to 
with me?"

Leaning on one arm as he lay on his side, picking grass 
with his fingers he said, "That’s different."

"Why, what’s different about me?" I responded.

Again momentarily glancing up, "err, well, I had a 
reason to be embarrassed," he said as his reddening 
cheeks once again gave his innocence away.

"No, don’t be silly. If your referring to what I think 
you are there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It may 
have been a bit embarrassing at the time but having 
thought about it," I paused. 

We looked at each other, my wondering if I should go on 
and he obviously looking for the end of my sentence.

"Well I guess I think of it as a compliment"

"A compliment," he said looking up in a quizzical way, 
this time not looking away.

It was my turn to have a lump in my throat. God, what 
was I getting in to? Had I gone far enough? I could 
feel my heart beating very fast.

"Yes, I think of it as a compliment. That you could 
think of me in that way, after all, I’m an old woman 
compared to you"

"You’re not old," he said in a flash before looking 
back at the grass he was picking.

SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, my mind was racing round and round at 
this point. My heart was still racing and my palms were 
sweaty. What was I doing, I should stop now before it 
goes any further.

"Thank you, another compliment," I said with a big 
smile and with a light hearted voice I said, "I’ll have 
to talk to you more often if you keep on like that"

"Well it’s true," he said without looking up.

"See there’s no need to be shy with girls, I’m really 
no different to any other girl, even those at school"

"You are different, they are silly giggly catty, 
stressed all the time but you’re not and nice to talk 
to as well.

"See, there you go again." I paused; my head, my heart 
and my stomach were all doing somersaults. This was it, 
the point of no return. Should I go on or stop it 
there? The question rang out in my head. With my heart 
beating so fast and hard I thought I could hear it I 
just went on as if caught in the moment. Without 
reasoning or thought I almost blurted out with a 
wavering voice.

"Is that why you were embarrassed the other day when I 
kissed you?"

There was a silence followed by a slow nodding of his 
head, he looked up but not in my direction.

"Have you kissed a girl before Peter?"

This time he glanced at me and shook his head. My 
stomach tightened and my heart missed a beat as I said,

"Well, that was a birthday kiss, but I was just 
wondering if you would you like to give me a proper 
kiss?"

Still looking at me he said, "A, A proper kiss?"

"Yes, like men and women do when they fancy each 
other!"

He sat there looking at me in stunned silence; his eyes 
as wide as they could be and I saw him swallow hard. 
For a brief moment I felt awful, thinking I had gone to 
far, I too felt my mouth dry.

"Would you, really, your not teasing me?"

I responded as calmly as I could, "No, I wouldn’t tease 
about a thing like that with you."

"Of course I would, wow, I never thought, I, err..." 
his words trailed off.

"Listen, don’t be shy, I’m nervous as well you know."

"Why are you nervous?"

"It’s not every day I go round offering to kiss other 
guys you know, especially ones as young as you!"

My heart was still beating very hard, my skin felt 
tingly all over but I felt more relaxed, I had done it, 
I had actually said something, something I never 
imagined I would. He had responded positively, which 
obviously spurred me on.

"Come closer Peter," I said softly.

He immediately edged toward me as I sat facing him. I 
was sitting and leaning slightly to my right with my 
right hand on the ground. 

"Closer, kneel here," I pointed to the spot right next 
me. He shifted and knelt so that his thighs were 
touching my hips and my right arm stretched over his 
legs to support me.

"Close your eyes," I whispered.

I put my left hand on his shoulder, lent forward and 
gently pressed my lips to his. His lips felt soft, cool 
and dry; I could feel his hot breath on my upper lip. I 
pecked gently for a few moments and ran my hand up on 
to his cheek before pressing my lips full to his. 
Gently holding his lips with mine and cradling his 
cheek with my hand I held that first kiss for what 
seemed like an eternity before I broke away by kissing 
my way across his cheek and down his neck.

Looking in to his eyes I lay back on the grass.

"Come here, lay next to me."

He stretched out next to me and rolled on to his side. 
I lifted my head and said, "Put one arm behind my 
neck," he did and as if instinctively held my shoulder. 
His other hand I took and placed it on my waist. He 
just lay there looking down at me. 

It felt so exciting, I felt so young, so nervous, so 
horny. I wanted to devour him, to have him, right 
there, right now, but I also knew I had to go slowly, 
not to get carried away, to savour the moment for both 
our sakes.

I pulled him to me. I could feel the heat from his body 
and the pounding of his heart that matched mine as his 
strong young chest pressed in to my breasts. 

Our lips met again gently pecking; I parted my lips and 
gently ran my tongue along his lips several times. I 
felt them part slightly and probed slowly until I was 
exploring his mouth with my tongue. As my tongue 
explored his mouth he responded awkwardly. I could feel 
the tension in his body as it pressed against me. As 
that first full kiss ended and our lips parted I was 
thrilled to see the look of pure lust and desire in his 
eyes as he looked down at me. I was on fire; I hadn’t 
felt like this in a long time, it was wonderful.

Looking up in to his eyes I said, "Peter, kiss me like 
I just kissed you," and
without any hesitation he again pressed his mouth to 
mine and within a few moments he was kissing me 
passionately, exploring my mouth and tongue as we 
responded to each other.

My left hand drifted up over his shoulder to his neck 
and the back of his head and I ran my fingers in his 
hair as I held his mouth to mine in our passionate 
embrace. We kissed like this several times, each time I 
could feel his confidence grow. 

I was revelling in the passion and had long since given 
up any thought of right or wrong. It felt so good, so 
natural. I could feel the heat in his body as it 
pressed against me, he was trembling, gently writhing 
against me and I could feel the hardness of his young 
cock as he rhythmically pressed and rubbed it against 
my thigh.

My hand drifted to his still resting on my waist and 
gently nudged it upward. He continued kissing, not 
getting the hint. I guess concentrating on two things 
at once isn’t easy when they’re new and exciting. I was 
on fire, my nipples felt so hard and my sex so hot. I 
could feel how wet and puffy my pussy was and my clit 
tingled each time he pressed his hard young cock in to 
me. 

I wanted to feel his hands on me, to have him explore 
me. I again placed my hand over his and slowly guided 
it up over my tummy to rest momentarily just on the 
underside of my breast, then eased it up so that his 
palm covered my aching nipple that sat so hard within 
my bra. 

I felt his body stiffen against me; he broke from 
kissing and looked down at me and then at his hand on 
my breast. I felt the pressure as his fingers tighten 
and relax in a squeezing motion as he kneaded my eager 
wanton body. I could do no more than let out a soft 
sigh as I once again pulled his lips to mine. Peter 
soon learnt to respond to me as I responded to his 
touch and I swear that I almost came as his fingers 
brushed my nipple as he eagerly pawed at my tits. 

I don’t know how long we lay there that afternoon but I 
knew it had to come to an end. It would have been so 
easy to let him take me there on the grassy bank in the 
heat of the moment.

During a natural pause I said that we should really be 
getting back and after one last kiss I reluctantly tore 
my self away from him and regained as much composure as 
I could. 

As we set off, side by side, Peter said, "That was so 
fantastic, please, please, say we can do it again, I 
really want to, you’re so fantastic."

The compliment and the eagerness in his voice made me 
feel good.

"So you liked it then and you don’t think I’m too old 
for you?"

"No, it was so fantastic, I’ve thought about you like 
that a lot but I never imagined it would happen."

I was so pleased to hear his eagerness and revelled in 
his newfound confidence. 

"Do you think of me in a sexy way often?"

"Yes, all the time, that’s why it’s so fantastic."

"I have thought of you as well."

"Wow, that’s so cool, I never imagined."

"You do know that people wouldn’t understand what 
happened between us don’t you?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well they wouldn’t think it was right, a woman like me 
and a lad like you, they’d think it was wrong and I 
could get in to a lot of trouble if anyone found out."

"I guess so," he looked me right in the eye, "but you 
will let me hold you and kiss you again? Please."

"Yes, I want to hold you but you must understand how 
difficult it would be if anyone found out"

"I won’t say anything, I promise."

We rode back to the yard quite quickly and without much 
conversation, I guess both of us wrapped up in our 
emotions. My thoughts drifted from one place to 
another, my mind was in turmoil. 

With his newfound confidence he stood in front of me 
and said, "Can I have a kiss goodbye?"

I responded by standing and taking him in my arms. It 
felt so nice, holding him tight as we kissed. 

I said, "Think of me tonight!"

He said, "I will, but..." and his words trailed off.

"Think of me like you did before when you had my 
panties, think of me, I like that thought, I will think 
of you tonight as well."

He began to talk but I put my finger up to his lips to 
silence him.

"Shush, you had better go now."

I was still on fire and it took all of my strength not 
to dash inside and bring myself off right away. I 
wanted to take my time so I busied my self for a while 
but the temptation and the sultry sensual feelings my 
body, or more directly, my pussy were giving me were 
far to great. I lay on the sofa and began reliving the 
previous few hours as I ran my hands over my excited 
body. It didn’t take long and I came the minute I put 
my hand inside my Jodhpurs, Christ, this was so very 
exciting. I had never known orgasms so intense or so 
fast.

With my immediate lust quelled for the moment I waited 
for a couple of hours before spending an evening 
pampering myself with a candle lit bath and my 
fantasies. By the time I got to my bed I was ready to 
pleasure myself like only I knew how. 

I spent time thinking of him masturbating with my 
panties, which excited me a lot and ended with him 
fucking me, yes, FUCKING ME. It’s so hard to describe 
but I was so wrapped up in such an intense sense of 
heightened sexual feeling like never before that I even 
used the handle of a hairbrush to penetrate myself, 
such was my state of arousal.

***

The next day Peter called in after school, I knew he 
would. He immediately said what a wonderful time 
yesterday had been and he had thought of me that night 
just as I had said. Although I really wanted to pursue 
this conversation I had to be firm, as difficult as it 
was I said that he should go home as he didn’t usually 
come over today and explained that I didn’t want 
anything to outwardly change. He knew what I meant and 
after a cuddle and a kiss as every bit as passionate as 
the day before he reluctantly left.

Tuesday he arrived after school as usual. I was already 
in the yard and he came up behind me giving me a bear 
hug, he said, "I’ve thought about you so much," and as 
he pressed in to me I could feel that he was already 
hard. I spun in his arms and we kissed. Breaking off I 
told him to finish up with the horses and come inside. 

I rushed inside, made my self a coffee and poured him a 
coke before trying to relax on the sofa. I had planned 
this so many times in my head but knew that things 
would undoubtedly unfold naturally as the ice had now 
broken so to speak. Peter came in after about ten 
minutes and sat in the chair opposite me. My heart was 
pounding once more as I asked, "Don’t you want to sit 
with me?"

"Yes, I just thought," he stood and moved across to me. 
I didn’t hear any other words as he sat right next to 
me.

I said, "There’s no need to be shy now is there, I want 
you to hold me as much as you want to hold me." We sat 
there for a moment looking in to each other’s eyes 
before I leant forward and kissed him. That was all the 
encouragement he needed. As we kissed and our tongues 
danced his hands moved up my body to my breast. He was 
kneading and feeling my breasts as if it were his last 
chance.

I leant back in to the sofa trapping one of his arms 
behind me. With my free hand I caressed his chest and 
neck running my fingers though his hair and all of 
those hot, tingly, sexy and horny feelings came 
flooding back. He had stopped kissing me and was 
looking down at his hands on my boobs as he fondled 
each in turn. Without looking at him I stretched my 
legs out before me and whispered, "You can touch all of 
me if you’d like." 

I watched with his head resting on my shoulder as his 
open hand slid gently down over my stomach. His 
breathing was heavy and I could feel his hot breath 
through the thin material of my blouse. It sent shivers 
of delight through me as his fingers drifted across the 
waistband of my jeans and then his palm pressed in to 
my mound. I felt his body tense as his fingers pressed 
against the material that covered my very hot and very 
wet pussy. 

Even if I had wanted to there was no way that I could 
stop this now, it felt too good. I shifted slightly and 
wantonly opened my legs giving his hand access to my 
material covered crotch. Although his touch was naive 
and inexperienced it definitely added to the situation. 
His youthfulness and his eagerness seamed to excite me 
even more. 

As his hand continued rubbing my eager sex I lifted his 
head and resumed our frantic kissing whilst I opened 
several buttons of my blouse with my free hand. He was 
now like a boy in a sweet shop; his hands were 
everywhere as they alternated from rubbing my crotch to 
delving into my blouse and squeezing my boobs through 
the thin material of my bra. It was as if there was too 
much to take in and he soon broke away from our kissing 
to again watch his hands as they roamed all over my 
body. I put my hand over his to stop him for a moment 
and looked in to his eyes, "Would you like me to 
undress?"

With a deep swallow and a nodding head he managed a 
wavering "Please."

I stood up and turned toward him, standing only a foot 
away I undid the rest of the buttons and removed my 
blouse, just dropping it on the floor beside me. I 
unhooked my bra and with one quick movement I was stood 
before this beautiful boy topless, his eyes fixed 
firmly on my naked tits. 

Reaching down I slipped the button on my jeans and 
slowly pushed them down over my hips, firstly revealing 
my panties and then my thighs. Standing on one leg then 
the other my jeans came right off. Standing there in 
just my panties I wondered, just for a moment, should I 
keep them on? I slipped my fingers in to the waistband 
slipping them down my legs and off in one smooth 
movement before they joined the rest of my clothes on 
the floor. 

His eyes were as big as dinner plates as he stared open 
mouthed at my nakedness, drinking in his first sight of 
a real naked woman. I could feel his eyes burning in to 
my naked flesh as I stood before him displaying my tits 
and hairy pussy, god it felt good and I really loved 
it. 

I held my hands out to him and he stood up, we embraced 
and kissed. I then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it 
off. Before it had reached the floor I had pulled him 
to me, my hands clasping the hot skin of his firm young 
back, pulling him hard against me. I could feel the 
heat of his chest against the cool hardness of my very 
erect nipples as I continued to devour him with my 
kisses. 

He was stood motionless against me like a bewildered 
puppy as I reached down to undo his trousers. I looked 
him in the eye and whispered, "Do you want me to stop?" 
All he could muster was a shake of his head. "I will if 
you want me to." 

"No, don’t stop," he quickly gasped.

My fingers found the clasp and undid the button. "Take 
it all off, it’s my turn to see you, I want to see 
you." He stepped back slightly and bent as he pushed 
his trousers down, I could also see that his pants had 
come down at the same time. I lifted my gaze slightly 
as he fumbled with his trousers and socks; he kicked 
them away and stood up before me. 

He was as beautiful as I had ever imagined him, a 
smooth lightly muscular chest, a slim waist and a 
taught flat tummy. His hard young cock stood flat 
against his tummy pointing triumphantly at his chin. 
Its size surprised me, easily the same as my husband. 
Uncircumcised and its head was thicker than the shaft 
shining a deep purple in colour. His balls looked 
hairless and tight as were his thighs and he had a 
patch of tight curly hair just above and around the 
base of his cock.

I stepped toward him and we again held each other. The 
room was silent save for the sound of our quickened 
breathing and our racing hearts. Again I felt his chest 
firmly pressed in to my breasts, I could also feel the 
steely hardness of his cock pressing against me. As I 
was slightly taller than he I could feel it pressing 
hotly in to my equally hot hairy mound and the head 
resting just below my naval. 

We kissed deeply and his hands began to explore my hot 
flesh. I held on to his shoulders as his hands first 
kneaded and pressed in to the soft flesh of my boobs, 
his finger tips dragging and strumming over my hard 
nipples. One hand trailed down over my tummy and I 
couldn’t help but let out a sigh as his fingertips 
pressed through my pussy hair as they found my hot wet 
slit. His fingers fumbled and probed all around my hot 
sex until his index finger slipped between my puffy 
lips. 

A shiver of pure delight ran through me as he slowly 
dragged his finger up and down my aching slit, his palm 
just brushing and pressing on my clitty. I was lost in 
the ecstasy that is sex and nothing could stop this 
now. I took his head and guided it to my breast, 
pressing his face in to the fleshy mound, "Kiss them, 
suck on them, lick my nipples Peter," I hoarsely 
whispered between deep breaths. 

He needed no more encouragement and he eagerly sucked 
and licked at my hard nipples. I slid my hand down his 
side and my fingers traced across his tummy. My 
fingertips went on to trace the length of his cock and 
as they came back down my fingers circled and closed 
around the hot hard shaft. I felt him tense and 
momentarily stop his own ministrations as he pondered 
the feel of a hand other than his own on his beautiful 
young cock. 

It felt so hot and hard in my hand, hard as iron and 
harder than I ever remember feeling my husband. As I 
slowly pumped my hand up and down his shaft I could 
feel him return his eager fumbling hand and mouth to my 
aching body. His hips were moving rhythmically and 
instinctively in and out in time with my slow gentle 
strokes. His breathing was more in tense and shallow, 
he had stopped sucking and as his lips rested over it I 
could feel his hot short breaths burning in to my hard 
nipple. 

I could feel every sinew in his young body tighten as 
he let out a long soft groan. I knew he was near and 
quickened my strokes, wanking that beautiful young cock 
to induce his first shared orgasm. Within a moment he 
drew a sharp breath and held it, his hips bucked 
sharply toward me and as he audibly exhaled I felt his 
cock jerk in my hand. 

I felt the hot sticky liquid splash on to my tummy; he 
twitched and jerked again causing a second jet of hot 
creamy cum to hit my stomach. I gripped his cock 
tightly and slowly continued to pump it as a third bead 
of hot cum erupted and oozed out of his glands and on 
to my clasping fingers. He looked up in to my eyes and 
innocently whispered, "I love you." I silenced him with 
a passionate lingering kiss.

Releasing each other I guided him back to the sofa and 
sat him down, collapsing next to him. Although I hadn’t 
cum I felt a kind of satisfaction, I had a kind of 
proud feeling, and I could see and feel his joy and 
satisfaction. It pleased me to know that I could bring 
that to him.

He cuddled in to me, studying and slowly looking at my 
naked body with more time now. He smiled and looked at 
me, then said with a smirk, "Sorry about the mess," 
looking down at the thick gooey white splashes of cum 
on my belly. 

"Don’t ever worry about that," I replied, "It’s not a 
mess it’s natural."

"But it..." he paused, "It goes cold." 

"Yes it does," and realising that I wanted to continue 
having him touch and explore me I responded with, 
"well, you can use my panties to wipe it off can’t 
you?"

He slipped off the sofa and knelt to get my panties. As 
he did I shifted slightly and now had my bottom on the 
edge of the sofa. As he turned I opened my legs so that 
as he turned back toward me he was between them. He was 
now kneeling between my legs and gently mopping his cum 
from my tummy as I lay back. 

I lay there with my naked body completely open to his 
gaze, completely surrendering my most intimate womanly 
parts to his eager eyes and hands. I couldn’t close my 
eyes as I watched his hands travel over my body, 
revelling in the look of wonder and delight in his face 
as his warm hands sent shivers of delighted through me. 

Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, every touch 
sent a new ripple coursing through me, I was so close, 
so close to coming that nothing else mattered. My hand 
slipped down to my aching sex, trembling fingers 
slipping open the engorged lips wantonly to his stare, 
my clit clearly visible and crying out to be touched, 
frigged, licked. 

With his hands on my thighs he raised himself and leant 
forward to kiss me, I felt the weight of his body press 
between my thighs and felt that beautiful young cock 
press against me. GOD, HE WAS HARD AGAIN already. 

I pushed my bottom down a bit more, raised my knees 
slightly and opened my legs wider, completely offering 
my wet sex to him like a bitch on heat. He was knelt 
between my legs, one hand on my thigh, the other 
massaging my boobs. His hips were gently rocking back 
and forth as the underside of his cock slid up and down 
the moist lips of my pussy. 

With a little more pressure as he pressed forward the 
shaft of his cock easily parted my engorged pussy lips 
and slipped between them slipping up and down with each 
slow stroke, the head of his cock rubbing and nudging 
my clit as it passed up and down. I’m sure he had no 
idea of his technique but he was driving me wild, I was 
so close to coming. 

I knew I should wait for him but I just couldn’t and as 
my trembling hand drifted down his torso I could feel 
the tightness in his whole body. Reaching between us my 
fingers clasped at the base of his boyhood, guiding it 
and his hips back and down a little. The head of his 
cock slipped down between my pussy lips and rested, 
nudging at my entrance. 

He instinctively pushed his hips forward pressing the 
tip of his cock against my very wet opening and the 
engorged head of his member slipped just inside me. 
Momentarily pausing he looked in to my eyes, I could 
see an almost startled look on his face as he felt the 
heat and wetness of my pussy wrapping around his cock 
head. Thrusting his hips forward he plunged the rest of 
his fabulous young cock in to my eager and wanton 
pussy. It felt like I was in heaven, my hand slipped 
form between us and I was now gently holding him at the 
waist as he with drew slowly as if not wanting to miss 
any of his new found sensations before he plunged in to 
me again. 

Feeling the length of his beautiful cock sliding in to 
my hole was beyond description. My whole body tensed 
and my hips rose to meet his thrust. I heard him exhale 
with a soft grunt as he slid to the hilt. Picking up 
speed he pounded that beautiful young cock in and out 
of me, his wide eyes staring down at the sight before 
him. With each thrust he softly grunted giving vent to 
his passion. 

With each deep thrust I could feel his hips hit my 
thighs, the base of his cock press firmly against my 
mound and his tight balls gently slap against the base 
of my slit. My whole body was tingling, my stomach and 
pussy were clenching. At this point it’s hard to 
describe how I felt, I was so wrapped up in the 
feelings of sexual bliss. It wasn’t the same as with my 
husband, it wasn’t the result of his technique and the 
slow sensual build up. It was more animal. 

I could feel the sheer power of his youthfulness, his 
hardness, eagerness and excitement. I could almost feel 
the tension in every muscle in his body as he thrust 
himself in to me. He had only thrust himself in to me 
six or eight times when I felt him tense even more and 
knew he was about to cum again. My own climax was so 
close and as he rapidly thrust in to me I slipped my 
fingers down to my clit.

I closed my eyes and saw the lights of my approaching 
orgasm. He thrust in to me, ramming that pole in as far 
as he could, momentarily holding it there I felt him 
shiver as his climax hit, with a long low moan he 
collapsed over me twitching and jerking as he pumped 
his hot young cum in to me. 

That was all I needed, that beautiful feeling as he 
exploded inside of me and as my fingertips brushed over 
my clit my own orgasm ripped through me. I hadn’t felt 
that kind of passion or had such an intense orgasm in 
years, with my arms and legs gripping him tightly as we 
both twitched and jerked in the throws of ecstasy as we 
came together for the first time. 

I could feel the heat in his body, his heavy, short and 
sharp breaths on my breast as he laid his head on my 
chest. Our hearts beat loudly and in time as we lay 
there in the hot sticky aftermath of our first 
coupling, neither of us wishing to move and disturb the 
moment. 

We lay like that for some time, gently caressing each 
other before the world and the rest of the day caught 
up with us causing us to reluctantly part. I have to 
admit that after the excitement of our passion and in 
the after glow we both felt a little awkward. There was 
not much talk as we dressed; I suppose both collecting 
our thoughts. 

We did the minimum we could as far as the horses were 
concerned, we cuddled and kissed tenderly as he left 
about 45 minutes later. As you can imagine, my thoughts 
were very confused during that evening and the 
following day. All of the guilt mixed with the desire 
and passion. He did, as I hoped he would, and dropped 
in on his way back from school the next day. 

Needless to say this account could go on as I recall 
the next couple of years but I’ll close it here. We 
continued our affair until he left for university and 
it come to a natural conclusion. 

I still find it hard to excuse my behaviour but I guess 
I was caught up in the excitement and pleasure of the 
moment. I had wondered whether he had subsequently felt 
used or ashamed but he has allayed any fears I may have 
had and told me that he feels honoured, (his words not 
mine) to have shared the experience.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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