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Older And Sexier
by Caesar (address withheld)
***
While my friends concentrated all their time and energy
on the girls of my high school in a attempt to vent
even a minute amount of sexual frustration, I aimed my
own in another direction. (m-teen/F+, mdom, milf, inc)
***
It all started three years ago, when I was a 14 year
old teenager. Hitting puberty not long before I still
had the tall lankiness of that age, my body hard with
muscles from sports but otherwise uninspiring. It was
that year that I truly came of age, you see I finally
noticed girls.
- Bonnie -
It was a girl at school that I first noticed, and had
my first teenage crush upon, she was tiny, cute and had
a big bright smile. I was obsessed with her after I
accidentally saw her full legs and panties when she
fell upon the ice outside school one morning. No one
else saw, and after a quick look and quickly pushing
down her pleated skirt, she thought no one else saw
either.
Her name was Trish.
I followed her everywhere, hounded and nagged her with
my presence, and generally made of fool of myself. Yet,
I never said more than two words to her up to that
point. But my insistent teenage determination demanded
that I act.
So I went over to her home after supper time one
evening. I can remember that the snow was falling
lightly and the moon was bright. Even with few lights
on the houses and the road lights barely making a
difference, I thought the night was brightly lit.
Her mom answered my knock. "Hello?" She was drunk.
Trish's' mom was also a older model of her daughter,
compact, cute and a wide generous mouth that I imaged
could smile and brighten any room.
"Oh... hi."
"Yes?" I felt like a fool, what was I doing on Trishs'
door late at night, her mom standing in a cold doorway
as some awkward teenager stuttered his way through
normal conversation.
"Is Trish... I mean..."
She interrupted, "Trish? No, she is at her friends
tonight." She frowned and looked me slowly up and down
in a most disagreeable way, as if I was a fancy dress
in a shop window that she considered buying. "Would you
like to come in? Out of the cold I mean?"
I didn't see the reason for it, Trish wasn't home. The
hours of building up my resolve to come here was
wasted. If Trish had only been home!
"Is she expected soon?"
Her mom just smiled and stood back from the door,
evidently Trish must be expected very soon. Not wanting
this little adventure in my short life to end without
at least talking to my objective, I thought it would
not hurt to wait a couple of minutes.
I stood in the foyer, pulling my jacket and winter
boots off. "I'll make some hot chocolate, have a seat."
She waved over towards the living room adjacent to the
foyer. I watched her half-stumble her way to the
kitchen. My teenage hormones forced me to check out the
older woman. Nice. Small frame but round bottom that
wiggled just the way I like it in those tight jeans she
wore. Short but slim legs, well shaped from what I
could see. Her hair was darker than Trish's, light
brown, and shorter by a few inches but still hung half
ways down her back.
She finally returned with the chocolate and a beer for
herself. "What is your name?" She practically slurred
her words.
"Ben."
"I'm Bonny." And after a quick drink from her glass she
asked, "Do you have a nice cock Ben?"
Time stood still, the clock on the wall reverberated
about the room, my heart pounded so loud I thought it
louder than the clock and I froze. No one, I mean no
one had ever spoken to me that way? So blunt, so
graphic and so personal, especially a woman the same
age as my mother. What could I say, how could I move...
if I did, Bonnie would see how scared I suddenly was.
She waited a few moments then asked another question,
"Would you like to fuck me Ben?"
That was it. Like some idiot, I started to cough and
hack. The blood went to my face and I felt like my
cheeks were on fire.
Still keeping me unbalanced Bonnie set down her drink
and stood, "Trish is staying at her friends overnight.
If you want to fuck me, I'll be upstairs in my room."
She slowly walked away, nearly tripping upon her own
feet.
As soon as Bonnie was gone I nearly ran to the door and
started to fumble with my boots. God, how did I get in
this situation?
Then it hit me, with one boot on and bouncing about
trying to get the second one on; Bonnie wants to have
sex with me. Me!
Holy shit!
I slipped my boot off and stood there at the base of
the stairs feeling nervous and extremely out of my
realm of expertise. Approximately at that time was when
the hormones finally kicked in. I even thought how it
was unfair to have sex with a woman that was drunk,
would she still have asked me if the alcohol was not in
her system? Yet the hormones overrode common sense and
intelligent reasoning, who cares! Bonnie, Trish's mom,
wanted to fuck me!
Wow.
I ran up the stairs and found myself standing in the
open doorway to Bonnie's room. It was the first time in
my life that I've ever seen a naked woman.
Bonnie lay upon her bed, right in the middle, fully
unclothed. She was rubbing her hand between her legs
over and in a generous mound of pubic hair. Her
breasts, hung nearly to either side of her chest had
dark inch wide nipples that beckoned my gaze. Her legs
were wide apart, with knees slightly bent. It was a
lewd and bawdy position, it was also more than I've
ever seen.
My teenage cock thrust painfully against my pants. It
knew why it was here.
"Come here and fuck me Ben." Her fingers spread the
generous pussy and I saw the glistening pink beneath.
My hands scrambled at pulling my clothes off. When I
bounced comically about, anxious to loose my virginity,
Bonnie continued to taunt me with her words. "Get that
hard teenage cock in this pussy... fuck me hard... use
me like a whore..." I climbed up on the bed, between
her legs and aimed my cock towards the junction between
her thighs as if it was my love missile. "...my husband
likes whores..." My fumbled about, poking her hand,
pussy and thighs - unable to deliver my missile.
"...but he doesn't like to get them at home..."
Bonnie grabbed my shaft with her free hand and held me
firm, it was the first touch of a woman's hand upon my
cock and it felt great, then she slowly pulled me
towards her. Without preamble, I suddenly felt myself
sink into the most desirable feeling in the world, the
hot wet channel of a woman.
Both her hands came out from between us and grabbed my
skinny hard teenage ass and pulled me roughly in,
towards her. I was seated fully within her love grotto.
It was too much, I felt my cock begin to twitch and
spasm as the seed of my loins flooded into the first
vagina I've ever been in. Bonnie whined, "Come on my
face, on my tits...", quickly I pulled from her
allowing my seed to continue to spurt from my body upon
her breasts. I aimed for her nipples, as sexy as they
looked. "...use me like a whore!"
I was.
Bonnie grasped both her breasts and wrapped those
delightful warm soft flesh globes about my cock. Nearly
as delicious a feeling as her sex had been. She tilted
her head and opened her mouth. A tongue began to tease
the head of my cock even as the spasms were nearly
gone.
I knelt panting above her, looking down at the most
incredible sight.
Bonnie only stared at my cock.
Thankfully, especially this being my first time, my
cock never softened. Oh the pain-filled hardness was
gone, but it still throbbed with desire.
Bonnie looked up into my eyes with a lust filled smile
when she realized the same.
"My husband never fucked my tits before, never had me
lick the head of his cock either." Awkwardly I moved
off her, as she motioned me to give her room to move.
"If he ever asks you...", she turned over and showed me
that sexy round ass and got up on her knees, "...you
will have to tell him how you fucked me, perhaps then
he'll not need to go out to get his whore's." Bonnie
motioned me behind her.
The inexperienced idiot that I was, I had no idea what
she was trying to get me to do. Thankfully she simply
grasp my hard cock and pulled it until I again felt it
enter her body. "Now fuck me Ben. Hard!"
I did.
It would soon become my favorite position, behind a
kneeling passionate woman. I grabbed her hips and
watched with delight as she slammed her body back
against me again and again, my cock felt as if it half
ways to her chest. Bonnie began to make noises that
I've never heard before, noises that I wanted to hear
again and again. It was of a woman in the heat of
passion.
Soon I again felt the familiar tingle in my balls and
attempted to hold it back, unsuccessfully. Bonnie must
have felt me tense up also, she squealed in delight and
ordered, "Oh yes, come on my ass Ben. Come all over my
asshole."
Strange request, but I complied.
Soon, I lay next to Bonnie on her marriage bed. She lay
panting, her back to me. I couldn't take my eyes off
her, she was beautiful, sexy and the most delightful
sight I've ever seen.
A mumble from her side of the bed, "Rub my ass Ben?" No
longer was it a command from her, but a request. One
that I had no problems in complying.
"Hum... rub that wonderful spunk all over my ass."
Certainly. My hand was bold, why not I thought after
what we had just done, I slipped it between the cheeks
of her round firm ass and slipped my sperm coated
fingers around the tiny round hard muscle of her anus.
I had seen it winking at me as I pounding her from
behind, and thought how sexy it looked but had not had
the nerve to touch it. With her request, I now did.
She moaned lightly and squirmed about while also
arching her back and pushing out her ass, which
effectively allowed her ass crack to widen. I took this
as permission to enjoy myself even more and slipped my
finger into her backside.
That was when the fun ended. She giggled, I have never
heard a older woman giggle like this before and spun
about which disengaged my hand. "That's enough stud."
Me? "I'm going to have a long hot bath, maybe next time
this whore may even let you even fuck her there!" In
her asshole? Wow.
Bonnie rolled out of bed and quickly disappeared into
an adjoining bathroom. I slowly stood up, feeling as if
I was on top of the world. Me, I had just fucked a
woman. Not a teenage giggly inexperienced girl, but a
real live sexy woman! I had given my virginity to this
woman, or rather she took it from me.
As I finished putting my sweater on I remembered two
things. That Bonnie no longer staggered when she walked
to the bathroom or was slurring her words since I
joined her in her bedroom - was she even drunk? Why
would she feel the need to fake intoxication. It made
no sense to me. The other was her words as she
departed, "...next time!"
I couldn't stop from smiling all the long walk home.
My father wouldn't have noticed if we had a roof or not
on our house but mom did, she asked me several times
what I was smiling so much about. She asked for several
days after my adventure with Bonnie.
Something happened to me after I left Bonnie, something
inside me changed from a young teenager, a boy really,
to a young man. I knew what all my peers had been
anxious to discover with girls their own age, what they
wanted to ultimately do with them but didn't know how.
I did, Bonnie had taught me without being a teacher.
Trish approached me at school, though I thought she
never even knew I was alive, "Hi Ben?" See, she wasn't
even sure of my name. "Mom said you came around last
Thursday. Did you want something?"
Now a week earlier I would have stammered and stumbled
at the approach with this sexy little teenager, but no
longer. I no longer felt interest in her only her
mother. "Yes, but I found more than I came for." I left
her standing in the hallway with a puzzled frown upon
her face.
- Darlene -
I have been shoveling Mrs. Harrison's walks for several
years. With the abundant snow these last couple of
winters, I've made enough to purchase a new bike last
summer. Unfortunately, they had a very long walk and
driveway. Fortunately, my pay reflected this when she
came time to pay me.
Mrs. Harrison had been living next to us for as long as
my parents had been here. She and her husband were
professional people, she being a lawyer I believe, and
had no children.
Big deal you may ask.
Just as I started to shovel, Mrs. Harrison drives up,
waves and forces her truck past me into her garage.
Thinking nothing of it, and this not being the first
time, nor the last, that I was shoveling their walk
winter. Half done I stood up to stretch and to catch my
breath and saw Mrs. Harrison standing in her huge
living room window with a steaming mug of tea in both
hands looking right at me with a strange half-smile and
faraway look. I simply waved spiritedly, she just
smiled and turned about into the shade beyond my
vision.
I returned to shoveling.
No big deal right?
True. At least if I had not had a taste of older woman
in the form of Bonnie. Don't get the idea that my one
sexual experience left me an expert in the subject, far
from it. Only that it left me with a new perspective
towards the ladies that I never truly noticed before.
Within her garage, hours later, I was cleaning off the
shovel and pick before returning them to their rightful
spot when Mrs. Harrison opened the inner door to her
garage and smiled gently at me. "Good work again Ben."
"Thanks Mrs. Harrison."
"Can I pay you next week?"
Of course she can, she always paid me at the end of
each month for the sum total of my work. "Sure." I was
finished with my tools and stood facing her, in all my
winter bundled glory.
Mrs. Harrison smiled again then turned as if she was
leaving. "Do you have any hot chocolate Darlene?"
It just sort of blurted out of my mouth. I certainly
not had planned to ask or especially to use her first
name.
She stopped, looked over her shoulder with an
uncertainly and surprised look and nodded. "Certainly.
Come on in Ben."
I have never used her first name before, and only had
known it from overhearing conversations between my
mother and Mrs. Harrison, Darlene. As I pulled off all
my winter gear, it was cold that day I remember, she
returned to the kitchen and I could hear her prepare my
warm drink.
In wool socks I eventually joined her, my sweater
hanging comically half ways to my knees. I must have
looked like a red cheeked bundled string bean. As she
stirred in the milk for the coco, which I rarely have
and is always a treat rather than simply instant hot
chocolate, I enjoyed the sight of her.
From the rear Mrs. Harrison looked rather good in her
black jeans, white socks and fuzzy sweater. Her auburn
hair bounced whenever she moved and her pale skin
nearly as white as my own, blame it on the winter.
Darlene must have noticed my appraisal and looked
sideways over her shoulder with an unknown sparkle in
her eyes. I know not what I had gotten myself into but
felt a heat gathering between my legs and resisted an
urge to give my cock a squeeze.
She delivered the cocoa into my cold hands and our
fingers lingered for just a brief instant. "My
goodness, you are cold aren't you?"
I just smiled and took a sip of the hot drink, it was
very good.
"Is your mother home dear?"
"Yup, but she is going grocery shopping later today."
She nodded, "I must call and ask her to get some frozen
blueberries for me."
Small talk sucks.
I looked down right at the bump in her sweater, gauging
her breasts to be small. "Do you find me attractive
Ben?"
With a flash I returned my eyes up to her own and found
her face smiling with amusement. "I find you very
attractive Darlene." I couldn't believe how calm my
voice sounded, as if I had played this verbal game with
many other ladies. In fact I felt my free hand
trembling and grasped my mug of cocoa with both hands
to stifle its movement.
"You are a rare one dear, I'm older than your mother."
She sipped at her tea mug but her eyes never left mine.
What could I say, I just shrugged and again found my
eyes drifting down to the bump in her sweater. In my
absence both small mounds now had a prominent thrust of
what could only be nipples. Darlene now had hard
thrusting nipples that could even be seen beneath her
expensive fuzzy sweater.
I tried to return my gaze back to her face but could
not, and found my eyes drifting down to her small waist
and to the junction of her pant legs. I wondered what
she looked like naked.
My teenage hormones began to work overtime.
Again I stared boldly at her nipples. A voice startled
me, "Are you a breast man Ben?"
Shit, she caught me. Finally I returned my gaze to
hers. "No." She was about to ask a question but I
continued, "though I would make an exception with yours
Darlene."
That caught her attention, as well as my own if the
truth be told. Her eyebrows shot up and she looked down
into the contents of her tea mug in silence. How bold
can I be? Certainly not as bold as Bonnie had been...
could I?
No. Just asking such a bold question scared the hell
out of me.
Hell, my own mother may hear of it!
I certainly did not want the conversation to end at
this point and said, "Normally I am a ass and leg
person. And yours are great Mrs. Harrison!" I meant it.
They were great in a petite slender sort of way.
Finally she looked back up into my eyes, "Darlene. I
like it when you call me by my name Ben." She turned
about, opened the dishwasher, bent over slowly and put
in her now empty tea mug. I watched every movement.
Finally she turned back to me, "No one has ever said
those things to me before dear." Darlene actually
looked sad.
Truth was I was a bit surprised, of course she was no
beautiful woman but, especially, for her age she looked
great. "Even Mr. Harrison?"
She snapped, "Especially my husband." She quickly
softened her look.
"Are you finished dear?" She meant my cocoa.
I was and she also added this to the dishwasher, giving
me a great show of her bent over ass. In fact she
fumbled around, moving a few dirty dishes and cups
about, all the while staying bent over for my pleasure
I was sure.
Finally she stood back up and faced me awkwardly. I had
nothing to say. Of course I lusted after her but knew
not what else or how else to approach her. To me I ran
the marathon and couldn't get to the finish line, I had
to quit. I turned and headed back to the garage door,
"Well, I better get home. I'll tell mom that you wanted
some blueberries."
"Wait!" Her voice was rather frantic and I turned to
find her roughly rubbing her palms along the flanks of
her black faded jeans. "Do you have to go so soon?"
Again I enjoyed the sight of her thrusting nipples.
What else could I do, I hadn't the experience to take
this little adventure of ours any further? I simply
shrugged answered rather stupidly, "No, I guess not."
"Would you like a quick lunch perhaps?" She now looked
nervous, possibly even more so than I. Could I do this
to her? What a flow of power and adrenaline flowed
through my teenage veins.
"No thank you."
Nervously, Darlene looked about as if wondering what
else she could offer me. Couldn't she tell what I
wanted? Her nervousness was calming to me.
I walked up to her slowly, "Would you like..." she
started to ask but stopped when my hands came up to her
chest.
With a move that surprised me for years to come, I
opened my hands palm towards her and placed them upon
her small mounds pressing inwards until her nipples
poked into my palms firmly. Her reaction surprised me,
Darlene closed her eyes, sighed deeply and with a
ragged breath she pushed her torso harder into my
hands.
Wow!
Towering about a foot above her five foot frame, I felt
strong, big, powerful and in control. I suddenly wanted
this woman with a passion that I never felt for anyone
ever before, not even Bonnie. I brought my lips down to
hers.
Those lips were slightly open, enough to breath
through, and partially dry. When my moist hot lips
touch hers Mrs. Harrison came alive and her demeanor
changed instantaneous. In a way, she attacked me.
Darlene opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue
forcing it between my teeth. Her hands came around and
grasped my hard lean buttocks. As she forced her mouth
upon me, not that I was disagreeable though, she
groaned with a guttural sound into my open mouth.
That woman taught me more about kissing in the ten
minutes we stood there than most of my friends would
ever learn. After attacking my mouth with her own,
though her hands were also busy behind me, she softened
her attack. Those hard fast kisses quickly turned to
soft moist very sensual kisses that allowed her to
grind her body into my hands and thighs. Darlene
alternated with soft slow kisses to hard frantic rushed
plunges of her tongue and lips. I loved it.
We had been standing so long, kissing and fondling,
though my hands never came off her breasts, that my jaw
was actually tired. I slowly pulled away, opened my
eyes and stood looking down into her eyes.
With amusement she asked, "Now do you want to leave?"
My answer was a big grin and both of her nipples found
their way between my thumbs and index finger in a
playful but firm pinch. "Oh god! I may come just from
your hands on my tits and your kisses."
She stood swaying slightly, as if there was a slight
breeze, enjoying my hands upon her breasts. I twisted
one nipple as my palm fondled her other round bound.
"What is it you want me to do for you Ben?"
Do? I wanted to fuck her. What else could she have
meant.
Do you remember those moments in life that you felt as
if you were in a place that you just didn't fit in?
This was one of those for me. I suddenly felt as if
Mrs. Harrison was being fondled by another person, a
person that knew exactly what they wanted to do with
her. I didn't, I was surprised to discover.
I think she realized my sudden fear, yes fear, and took
my busy hands in her own leading me to her living room.
With her eyes never coming off my own she lead me,
walking backwards I may add, to the middle of the room
and pushed me gently backwards till I found myself
seated facing her.
Darlene took a step back and started to unbutton her
sweater. It wasn't some erotic striptease but a slow
deliberate undressing by a woman that hasn't been naked
with a man, other than her husband, for many years. Her
hands actually trembled as the buttons opened.
She didn't hesitate but instead watched my eyes, my
hungry eyes, as she allowed the sweater to drop to the
floor before her. Still watching she reached behind to
undo the brassier.
Those conical white breasts suddenly revealed
themselves to me. Her nipples were dime sized but
thrusting far out like a small finger. I wanted to see
her pull upon those sexy nipples and wanted to ask but
found my mouth too dry to talk.
No matter, with a slightly red face, Darlene began to
undress the remainder of her garments. The white socks
quickly disappeared, the jeans took a while longer but
soon those joined the other clothing. The panty, white
cotton but high in the hip and well cut in the crotch
looked superb on it. Those also joined the small pile
at her feet.
Finally she stood completely naked and nervous before
me. Her pussy, the same wonderful auburn as her head,
was surprisingly sparse, with only a tuft above the
dark pink cleft below it.
"Do you still want to go?" She tried to smile as if it
was a joke, but I knew better. I would never have
guessed it before today but Mrs. Harrison must not
think highly of herself.
I just nodded an answer and was awarded with what
looked like a thankful look on her part.
Darlene didn't saunter or slink over towards me, as I
had read some women like to do. Instead she took the
short steps necessary to stand between my spread knees.
No words were exchanged, though I would not be able too
anyways, but our eyes stayed fast upon the other.
Darlene bent at the waist and began to fumble with my
pants, her trembling hands making it more difficult. I
didn't need to watch to know that my cock suddenly
found a way out of its prison, as the cool air kissed
its sensitive surface. Darlene, though, stole a look
down between my legs and gasped in what I could only
take as pleasure.
She didn't waste any time nor did I help or hinder as
she quickly came closer and crawled up upon my waist,
her knees to either side. Her warm hand fumbled with my
shaft and her torso moved about anxiously. All the
while I just watched her face, marveling at her beauty
and that she too was nervous and excited just as I was.
Then it happened, I felt her warm clenching wetness
engulf my thrusting manhood. Darlene finally closed her
eyes, wrapped her arms about my neck and threw her head
back to groan loudly.
Finally I looked away from her face and moved my gaze
downwards to her breasts and to her navel. I reached
around and grasped her tiny soft buttocks in my hands.
Darlene groaned out and threw her face into my neck,
her lips whispering, "Tell me what you want me to do
Ben?"
Crazy question, but this time I was more prepared to
answer. I lifted her torso by her buttocks with my
strong hands and whispered into her ear, "I want you to
fuck me Darlene!"
"Oh yes!" She began to move, ever so slowly, up and
down upon my hard shaft. I dare say, she was noticeably
tighter than Bonnie had been, while still feeling the
abundant juices flowing down to drench the front of my
pants.
Movement caught my eye to my right and slightly over
Darlene's shoulder, it was a mirror. I saw the most
lewd and sexy sight of my life. A mature and very sexy
woman who's body was perfect for my desires moving
seductively and deliciously above my clothed tall
teenage body. I couldn't help but watch the show
Darlene inevitable put on for me a she twisted her head
and back all the while her buttocks responded to my
fondling.
I pulled apart her buttocks to reveal the hairless
crack and tiny brown winking hole between. Yes
'winking', it opened slightly and closed as Darlene
moved with the length of my cock.
Remembering what Bonnie has said, I had wondered at the
feeling of my cock within a woman's asshole, wondered
how it felt for a woman.
One hand moved inwards and I pressed my center finger
against the hard round muscle. Darlene gasped when I
touched her there and groaned out, "Oh god! Touch me
Ben, use me please!"
Certainly.
I shoved, a little too roughly but it was my first
time, my digit into her rectum to the third knuckle.
Darlene hissed and grimaced in pain but it quickly
subsided and turned to more moans of pleasure when I
began to frig her ass in time with the cock in her
cunt.
When my mouth enclosed a tiny thrusting nipple and drew
it strongly into the back of my mouth, Darlene suddenly
clenched every muscle in her body and squealed out so
loud it actually hurt my ears. I simply froze my body
and watched her face as it danced with erotic music of
a woman during the explosion of her orgasm. Her spine
began to bend backwards and her head rolled about upon
her neck as she called my name out again and again. Her
body suddenly broke out in a sudden cold sweat and her
skin got little goose bumps that only highlighted this
special moment.
Finally she lay above me, spent.
My hormones were still raging and I moved my hands as
if to steady her. I was going to roll her over with
disengaging our erotic link. Instead a tired sounding
Darlene placed her hands upon mine and moved her lips
to my own. She kissed me soundly but quickly, "Let me
darling, I want too...!"
Again that petite sexy body began to move, my cock
engulfed in the hottest most addictive furnace that I
had ever imagined.
Her arms wrapped about me in a strong embrace, her lips
whispered in my ear, "I need to make you feel as good
as you have made me feel!" Her tiny hard thrusting
nipples poked through my clothing enough to notice. "I
want you to fill me with you."
Those words, the tight hot wet sex and her sweaty soft
petite body was enough to grant Darlene her wish. My
seed began to flood her depths. She also had another
orgasm, smaller though. Our bodies clenched and
vibrated with a symphony of pleasure.
I sat panting beneath her sweaty body, feeling like the
luckiest guy alive. My penis shrunk within her until I
felt it begin to slither out of her slimy warm hole.
Darlene groaned when it finally slipped out of her.
I thought it was the end of our pleasure, that she was
just as spent as I, but I was wrong. One last thing
remained.
Mrs. Harrison moved her face about to be able to gently
kiss my lips with her own. It lasted only a few second
before she started to slid off my lap. Instead of
gathering up her clothing and retreating, this lovely
mature woman knelt between my legs, bent forwards and
without preamble began to lap at my slimy cock with her
tiny tongue.
What a pleasure it was to feel that warm tongue upon my
soft and very sensitive cock. I can not even begin to
express the sheer pleasure that shot from that organ
throughout my body. Darlene licked like a puppy,
lapping my cock and balls, and even my inner thighs and
lower stomach. She cleaned me fully and with, dare I
say it, love.
When that tongue finally left me I again opened my eyes
and watched as she reversed what she had done earlier
and slip my soft member back into my pants. She left me
laying there just as I had been before coming into her
house while she still knelt, her cheek on my knee
watching my face, still fully unclothed.
I stroked her head gently enjoying the moment and the
shared look.
- Hana -
I had changed.
I knew it, my friends knew it, my teachers knew it,
even my mother knew it. Yet, it was only I that knew
what had changed me. It was my experiences with Bonnie
and Darlene, two wonderfully different and sexy ladies
that I had come to know intimately.
Though only fourteen years-old, I stood straighter and
had a sharper look in my eye. No longer was I afraid to
talk with girls my own age, yet they held little
interest for me. The reverse, though, was starting to
change. Several of my female peers, whom I thought had
never noticed me, started to flirt shamelessly. Hell, I
never even noticed, but Sam did.
Sam is my best friend, since we were nine years old we
have been compatriots. While I was tall and thin, Sam
was short and dumpy. While I did moderately well,
without studying mind you, in school, Sam had to fight
just for an average mark. Regardless, he was my best
friend through thick and thin.
It was only three days after I had cleaned Darlene's
walks when I was invited and stayed over at my friend
Sam's house for supper. It was a howling nasty night,
with the wind chill dropping the already frigid
temperatures. Piss would probably freeze before it hit
the ground it was so cold.
While we ate, Sam's father suggested I stay the night
rather than brave the cold on the way to my home. It
wasn't an unusual circumstance, me staying over,
sleeping in the guest room. I agreed and phoned home to
let them know.
Something happened while we ate our supper. Something
that I could never tell Sam about. Seems silly really,
but that something is that I noticed how cute Sam's
mother was.
I never planned this to happen, this realization, but
it did. Hana, as I called her, was returning from the
kitchen with a tray of desert she had made and bent
over to place it upon the center of the table.
That was when 'it' happened.
Hana had a very nice round sexy ass, raised up as it
was. I could see panty lines beneath her heavy skirt
that thrilled me with a energy. The turn of her ass as
it pressed up and out, her straight back, the hanging
huge breasts nearly touching the table beneath.
I ate the cake and plum pudding in silence while at the
same time watching Hana. No one noticed, no one that
is, except Hana. Saw caught me watching her very large
breasts as her family ate about us. They may as well
have been invisible.
Sam wanted go watch a television program and the rest
of his family, minus his mother, quickly departed from
the kitchen. I joined him in the family room watching a
program that I had no idea what it was, I was thinking
of Hana. Excusing myself, which Sam never even noticed
so intent on the program he watched, I went into the
kitchen on the pretext of getting a glass of water.
Hana stood there washing dishes and only looked over
her shoulder for a brief moment before turning her gaze
back to the sudsy water. "How's the show Ben?"
"Sam is enjoying it." I stood on the other side of the
dividing counter watching her in profile. Magnificent,
large breasts thrust far out, jutting buttocks and a
slight curve of her stomach. "Have I mentioned how
wonderful you look Hana?"
She smiled sweetly and continued with the dishes.
"And sexy?" My heart was accelerating, my own words
amazed myself.
That startled her, she turned towards me and frowned
while studying my lust-filled gaze. "Ben...?"
"Come to me tonight Hana? Please?"
Her frown turned to astonishment, her eyebrows shot up
and she dropped the dish rag she had been using right
upon her clean floor. It splatted loudly but neither of
us noticed.
I turned about to go back into the family room,
instructing as I went, "After everyone is asleep, come
to me please Hana."
Sleep, how could I sleep anticipating her arrival? The
longer I waited alone in that chilled room upon that
overly hard mattress, the more I thought my desire and
request for Hana had been ridiculous, immature, even
stupid. What if Sam found out, it would probably kill
our friendship and I certainly did not want that!
The door opened and like a breeze Hana slipped into my
room. It was like a dream, her entrance so amazed me.
She had come!
Hana stood next to the bed, in her old house coat
looking rather frumpy. She whispered, "Ben I don't
think you should..." She gasped out as I threw the
covers from my body and revealed my naked loins, I had
anticipated her arrival. "...do this...!"
I reached out, my mind not registering the words she
spoke. I only knew that she had come to me as I
requested and that I hungered for her. Deftly I slipped
the robes sash off with one hand and her garment opened
revealing her nightgown beneath.
She just stood there mouth open in astonishment and
eyes wide as I slipped my hand between the folds of her
robe and beneath the thigh-high hem of her nightgown.
Quickly I found a truly magnificent thick bush between
her thighs. A virtual jungle of a pussy.
Gently I slipped my finger tip into the depths of that
kinky maze until I felt the slick soft junction of her
lips. That was when Hana gasped and brought a hand up
to hold over her mouth. Her eyes closed and she swayed
as my fingers explored and gently slid back and forth,
up and down, that wonderful grotto.
Hana spread her legs wider and squatted down in a
comical pose, but I wasn't laughing. I was stroking my
hardness with my free hand. As the seconds turned to
minutes, her sex began to spout with thick moisture and
her lips flower open. It was another first as Hana
pressed her torso down while my fingers were poised
below her vagina and I found my finger inside a woman's
sex.
Hana squealed behind her hand, thankfully since her
husband slept only a wall width away.
She was gasping and vibrating her thighs as my finger
moved in and out of her with a small descriptive
squish. Each moment that I continued to pump into her
the sound of her sex became louder and louder until it
was a virtually echoing off the tiny spare room.
Sam's mother suddenly clenched her sex and every muscle
in her body as she held herself for that sexy summit. I
watched fascinated with the contortions her round face
undertook while that strange squealing sound escaped
from somewhere deep in her throat. It also startled me
when I suddenly felt my finger held firmly within her
body, as if in a soft warm vise. I could no longer even
move it for either her pleasure or my own.
Hana's sexy soft body suddenly relaxed and she fell
down upon me in my bed, exhausted and spent. Wow what I
sight. No matter how many times I see such a sight,
I'll never get enough when watching a woman in the most
intimate of moments, the time she orgasms. And I
learned something else, each woman was different, in so
many ways, but they each orgasmed differently,
deliciously. I can never get enough.
I realized Hana was completely limp above me, so I
moved her head so I could look in her eyes, asleep or
passed out! Wiggling from beneath her I slipped out and
lay on my side facing her not knowing what to do next.
I was actually becoming worried that she may be hurt
but had no idea what to do about it! I certainly could
not call my friend or his father!
Then she started to stir, slowly coming awake. Hana's
eyes opened and she looked right into my own. She
suddenly smiled happily and reached forwards to grasp
my hand in her own as sort of a thank you.
It didn't stay there long, her hand withdrew from my
own and found itself wrapped about my hard thrusting
member. Hana's soft warm eyes moved down between my
legs and she devoured me with but a gaze.
I knew it was time and reached out to grab at her huge
hanging breast above her nightgown. Hana ignored my
touch and moved her other hand down to grasp me in a
two-handed grasp that I could only describe as a bear
hug. Nor did she pay me any attention as I sat up upon
my knees and struggled to get her bathrobe and then her
nightgown off her body. All her attention was focused
upon that thrusting manhood between my legs.
"Its so big!" She whispered.
It was? Her hands were not stroking it slowly and
softly, a thumb rubbing my pre-spend over the soft
sensitive head till the chill air kissed it. I was
shivering with need at that point, my hands ravaging
her huge hanging breasts. So soft, so warm, inviting! I
even pulled and twisted her two-inch wide nipples but
other than her nipples tightening and getting harder
she never reacted.
When Hana finally started to descend towards my cock,
her mouth already opening and I could see saliva drip
from her lips, I had to stop her. So close was I that I
wanted something else, something that had attracted me
from the start.
She looked up at me in surprise, and tried yet again to
descend towards my thrusting manhood. No, I wanted her
another way. Roughly I grabbed her soft upper arms and
twisted her about. Hana landed upon her hands and found
me lifting up her hips so her ass rose in the air.
Possibly still startled or stunned she never made a
noise of or movement to stop me until I knelt behind
her and the head of my cock was rubbing about her thick
bush looking for the entrance to nirvana.
At that moment Hana reached around her with a hand and
tried to stop me while her face looked in horror over
her shoulder, "No Ben!" Too late, I pressed forwards
and sunk to my stomach within her body.
Hana lost all her will to fight me, why I knew not, and
drove her face down into a pillow to stifle another
loud squeal of pleasure.
I began to drive my cock in and out of her soft super
wet cunt with a fierceness that embarrasses me. That I
could grab the soft handles of her hips and pound, hard
and fast, against her round raised buttocks making her
body jiggle about lewdly, of my best friends mother.
It wasn't to last long, I knew that before kneeling
behind her. And my head felt as if it doubled in size
within her before exploding and flooding her depths
with my seed. Again and again I shot out the thick
life-giving fluid right into my best friends mother.
Just when I was nearly finishing I realized Hana was
also orgasming again, her body again doing the dance of
pleasure while her cunt held me in that familiar vise.
It was a wonderful experience and we both collapsed
onto our sides in exhaustion with me still inside her.
I awoke hours latter and was startled to discover the
luminescent clock next to the bed said it was nearly
time to get ready for school. As well Hana and I had
not moved one inch in the night, my soft cock was even
within her sex partially. She was even snoring softly
and held one of my hands to her huge hanging breast.
The intimate position, the soft warm naked body before
me and the morning on my teenage hormones was enough to
put lead in my pencil. My cock quickly rose, digging
into her sexy depths. It, I, was ready for me so ever
so softly, so not to wake her, I rolled her back over
upon her back and spread her legs. I had to withdraw
myself from her loins but she was still asleep and
never disagreed when I knelt between her thighs.
My cock sunk easily within the still very went hole
that belonged to my best friend's mother, and I knelt
above her upon my hands and knees in the classical
missionary position.
Even as my cock pulled nearly out of her body Hana
opened her eyes and looked up at me in horror, "Oh my
god!" I drove into her and she jerked her knees upwards
off the bed and closed her eyes. Again I pounded into
her body, perhaps not as hard as the night before but
with just as much lust. I enjoyed the sight of her
breasts swaying and bouncing about upon her chest, the
nipples already hard and begging to be sucked.
As I couldn't reach her breasts I grunted, "Feed me
your tits!"
Eloquent am I not?
She grasped her large breasts from the side and pushed
them up together towards my mouth even as she argued,
"Ben, this is wrong... please don't stop!" Her short
legs came up and around my waist to lock together
behind me even as I stretched my neck down so my mouth
could engulf a nipple.
Every time I slammed down onto and into her she grunted
as if her body was forced to expel air. I alternated
sucking and nibbling on first one nipple then the other
until both were covered in my saliva. When I was busy
sucking upon her right breast I was surprised when she
forced her left up to her chin and began to run her
thick tongue all about its hard protruding nipple. When
the next I alternated and sucked on her other nipple
she then took the right one and flicked her tongue back
and forth over the bud.
"Come in me darling... come in momma!"
Momma?
I began to shoot my seed, surprising the both of us.
Hana's sex swallowed every drop I had to give while
squealed into a pillow. I bit into a thick nipple as I
felt the life-force leave my body through my dick.
Soon I lay above her sweaty body panting in time to her
own.
- Jody -
My mother eyed me suspiciously for the next several
days, though I'm not even sure why. Perhaps because it
was my nonchalance when she told me Trish had phoned
and I didn't care. Mom had to know that there must be
another woman to take my mind off a cute teenager like
Trish.
Mom never said a word but I did catch her looking at me
more often with a small tickle in the corner of her
eye. I took nothing of it.
Jody was the name of a woman that worked out of a small
corner diner near the school, she worked the late
shift. Sam and I had often descended upon the place
after school or when skipping class, it had cheap and
abundant Chinese food that we enjoyed.
I descended upon the place once again, but alone. Jody
smiled at me, recognizing and waving me towards a free
booth. In actuality, the place was empty, the after
school crowd long gone and Jody and I had never
actually talked outside of ordering food.
Regardless I wanted her.
Jody was a couple years younger than my mother,
divorced and had a young daughter. I had learned all
this from listening to her conversations when Sam and I
were lounging.
It started a week after I stayed over at Sam's home,
when he suggested we skip out and get down to the diner
for some food. I turned him down but my mind suddenly
remembered Jody.
Now Jody was no beauty but, contrary to the other new
ladies in my life, I had been attracted and noticed her
before I first lost my virginity. You see, Jody had one
of the best asses around. She knew it too, as she
always wore, out of style but still attractive, skin
tight jeans that left little to the imagination. She
had long legs and often wore cowboy boots that raised
her height another two inches. Her face has aged, by a
harsh life I could only guess, but she had long brown
straight hair that she normally wore in a pony.
With my new found interest towards ladies and had been
successful, on my standards, I came to the conclusion
that I wanted this hard working woman.
"What will it be for you today sweetie?" Did I mention
she liked to flirt? For the last year she has been a
regular in my fantasies, now I wanted to make those
fantasies into reality.
"I was wondering if you wanted go out to a movie after
you get off work?" My voice was surprisingly steady, I
was impressing myself. Though I thought my words
sounded rather immature, I certainly didn't want to
date the woman just fuck her.
She looked surprised, amused and then calm, in that
order, as she let me down easy, "My boyfriend wouldn't
like that very much sugar."
"Ben, my name is Ben." I stuck out my hand which she
looked at for a second and then shook it. Her hands
were cold and dry, hard working hands. "And I want you
to know that I have had many fantasies about you."
That startled her and after a brief look to see if I
was serious she laughed it off. "I think I'm a little
old for you Ben!"
I never even broke from my soft smile, "I want you to
teach me to lick pussy till you scream." Her smile
disappeared.
"Your serious?" She sounded incredible and I nodded
affirmative. Finally she asked, after an awkward pause
and look shared between us, "And what do you get out of
this honey?"
What did I get out of this? "I get the taste of you on
my tongue and some great additions to my fantasies."
She laughed to herself and spun about stopped and then
spun back towards me. Jody pointed through the frost
covered window towards a old station wagon, "Meet me by
that car in a half hour, I have a break coming up..."
She didn't look too sure of herself.
My youthful anticipation showed through, "Do you
mean...?"
That gave her confidence and she smiled, "Your a
strange young man Ben and yes I mean just that!"
I practically ran out of there my heart was pumping so
hard so fast. I walked about the dark white night in
the blowing snow, the weather still harsh, and my wait
seemed endless. Yet it never made a difference, Jody
had agreed to my lewd suggestion.
A bundled shape come out of the diner and made its way
towards me and the car. Jody of course.
"Hi stud. Ready for your lesson?" I simply nodded my
excitement hidden by my chattering teeth. "Get in and
I'll start the car to warm us up."
I got in the passenger side and she in the drivers
side. Even with the crappy weather the car started fine
surprising since it wasn't plugged in. When the heater
began to blow cold air and the engine was running she
turned towards me, "It'll warm up in a second." She
hadn't worn gloves and rubbed her hands together. "I
only have a little while before I have to get back to
work."
There was no patrons and only the cook left in the
place, "No problem Jody."
"Your a strange one Ben. Were you serious what you said
in there?"
"Every word."
She smiled almost shyly, "My boyfriend doesn't like...
well he doesn't go down on me much... ever."
"I can think nothing I'd rather do with you!"
"That's sweet Ben. No fucking though!" She sounded
stern and I was surprised by her statement, I had
assumed I would get something out of this meeting also.
Jody must have seen my face and said, "Don't worry
stud, I think you'll enjoy yourself."
She suddenly giggled, "I haven't done it in a car since
before my daughter was born."
I was beginning to think Jody was a slut. Oh well, I
think that term could be now applied to me!
When I felt the warm air blowing upon my cold cheeks,
Jody turned about and crawled into the back of the car.
"Just a second and I'll clean a space up back here."
She was serious about doing it in the back of a car!
I watched as she pushed aside a wide assortment of
items, from kids toys to blankets to extension cords
and jumper cables to a deflated spare tire. A station
wagon certainly had a lot of space.
Without even looking at me she spread out a blanket on
the floor of the wagon, and lay down upon it as she
wiggled and tore at her clothing to get it off. Even
with the heater I doubt the warmth of it had spread to
the back of the car, Jody must be getting cold. Because
she eventually ended up with her sweater and tee-shirt
thick cocks and nothing else.
Finally she moved towards me, "Time for your lesson
stud!"
It was a crazy setting but I could care less, this was
the woman of my fantasies even if this was not one of
the things I had imagined. I crawled back to her.
I couldn't kneel straight up, my shoulders were at the
height of the roof. It was an awkward and embarrassing
situation to wiggle and crunch enough to get undressed.
As it was to cold to get naked I simply went down to my
long johns and socks. If she wanted to get at more of
me it would be simple enough to do.
"Come here stud. Lesson one!" She giggled and I think
she was as nervous as I was. I knelt down between her
white chilly looking thighs and placed my face an inch
away from her bald sex. Yes I said 'bald'! Wow, what a
sight, I simply stared at it in awe and lust.
"Like it Ben? My boyfriend likes me to shave it every
day." Indeed I very much liked it. She had a pretty
cunt.
It began. "Lightly blow on my crack honey." I did and
she wiggled her hips out while giggling. "Hum...
again." Same response.
"Not stick out your tongue." I felt her cold fingers
touch my face and moved to my mouth. "Softer." I forced
my tongue to just hang out of my mouth. "Not like a
limp noodle!" For some reason I thought that funny and
giggled before trying again. "Good, now very, very
gently lick my whole crack." She moved her hand out of
the way and I slide closer and did as I was bid.
"Hum... nice. Again." I did, again and again.
"Next time you do it arch the tip of your tongue just a
little and flick at my clitoris." She lifted her head
to look down at me, "You do know where my clit is don't
you?" I answered by doing as she asked. She dropped her
head back to the pile of her jeans and panties while
groaning loudly. "God that was good. Do that enough
times you'll have this cunt to lick any time you want!"
Just what I wanted!
I noticed her bald outer lips had spread or flowered
open and the wrinkled inner lips were available to my
inexperienced tongue. Again and again I licked her,
slowly steady. Starting softly each successive slash
with my tongue came just a little harder. I also
started lower down until I was essentially sliding my
tongue along the crinkled pink hole of her ass before
sliding up past her wet sucking lower hole of her
vagina past her flowered inner lips to swipe at her
clitoris with a hardened tip of my tongue.
"Oh god! Harder Ben please!" I ignored her and
continued on the slow and steady accelerated pace that
I had started with. Jody must have realized I was no
longer listening to the teacher and simply relaxed and
enjoyed. She also became much more vocal, groaning and
moaning with every touch of my tongue.
Soon this older hard working woman was begging this
early teenager to finish her, to bring her to climax. I
was not to be rushed, I wanted to enjoy this. You see,
Jody had a peculiar taste, a bit salty and sweet at the
same time. She smelt of sweat, stale perfume and even a
bit of urine. I could care not. It was the first real
taste of a woman I had and I was enjoying myself
immensely.
"Ben please!" She was pressing her hips up so her pussy
pressed harder against my tongue. I knew she was mine,
I had learned enough in these last weeks to know that a
woman, in the heights of passion, rarely held to her
reservations. I knew I could fuck her right now, only
that I didn't want to, I wanted her to scream out in
passion even as my tongue fucked her. "I'll do whatever
you want just make me come damn you!"
That was just what I intended on doing. With two
fingers I slipped them between the bald slick thick
outer vaginal lips and into the depths beneath. As I
plunged those two fingers my tongue suddenly attacked
her pulsating hard clitoris. In seconds it was enough
to push Jody over the edge.
She wasn't near as exciting to watch as the other
ladies in my life. Yet she suddenly clenched up,
squeezed my head between her strong waitress thighs and
lifted her hips off the floor of the car.
It lasted all of thirty seconds until she collapsed and
lay still, tired.
"Wow! Your sure you never did this before?"
I sat up, licking her juices from my lips, "No never."
She also sat up onto her elbows looking at me, "Honey,
any time you want to lick a bald beaver you just nod in
my direction and you'll find my legs spread wide for
you. Okay?"
I just smiled for an answer.
"Your turn?" I hoped so. "Switch places with me."
We did, Jody first put her coat back on then she knelt
between my spread thighs. She pulled down the top of my
long underwear which allowed my pole to thrust upwards.
"Not bad. How old did you say you were again?"
I saw no reason to lie, "Fourteen."
Jody licked her lips, "I'm turning into a cradle
robber! And to think, your cock may get bigger yet." I
had no idea I was anything but normal in size. Once I
saw my father get out of the shower and I would say I
am the same size as him. Of course he's quite a bit
older than I am.
"I take back what I said earlier, I'd love to have you
fuck that beast inside my cunt!" Jody was much lewder
than my other partners had been to date, I must say I
prefer the other less bawdy females. "Or I can just
give you a blowjob? My boyfriend says I give great
blowjobs."
This was getting a bit on my nerves, this talk. I just
wanted to get my nuts off with this fantasy woman. See,
she even has me being crude.
I didn't bother answering and instead reached down
between my legs and gently guided the back of her head
to the head of my cock. There would be no mistaking my
intentions.
Jody, finally, opened her mouth to do something besides
talk. She opened her mouth and engulfed my hard cock.
In seconds I had to agree with her boyfriend, she gave
great head. She was definitely the best of the few
ladies that had sucked me.
She worked at sucking my cock, she didn't make love to
it or fondle it with her lips. Jody fucked my cock with
her face. Up and down, side to side her head moved. All
the while her mouth sucked with a firm solid suction.
It was heaven. Definitely the highlight of my evening.
It didn't take long with that type of erotic attention
applied to my cock before the inevitable happened. My
cock began to short gobs of come right into Jody's
hungry mouth. In fact, she couldn't drink my sperm fast
enough. Unlike the other times when after much work on
my part and I was spent soon after an orgasm, this time
my cock started to droop but I wasn't that tired.
After my cock stopped spasming, Jody lifted her head up
and smiled at me. She hadn't missed a drop. "Hum... I
love come! I think I just discovered that I love young
boys come the best!" She laughed even as she dug about
for her jeans and panties. I took the cue and did the
same.
Outside the car, soon enough, she grabbed the
considerably smaller bulge in my jeans and leaned up to
whisper in my ear, "Next time I want that monster
inside my cunt Ben."
What could I say, "I'd like that."
"I assure you that you definitely will honey!" She
laughed all the way back to the diner.
- Linda -
Darlene came into my kitchen carrying a bag of
groceries. "Your mom is putting the car in the garage."
They often shopped together, and were in fact rather
friendly, which originally worried me but no longer.
Just seeing her again brought back the images of this
woman's submissiveness, a word I had yet learned by the
way. She quickly set down the bag and rushed into my
arms. Darlene's lips came to my own and she quickly
kissed me passionately, hungrily. "I want you!" She
said between kisses.
"I can't think of anything else but being with you
Ben." She took my hand and slipped it beneath her
fashionable skirt and I encountered nothing but pussy.
Already damp pussy. "Just seeing you has gotten me wet.
Please, I'll do anything you want. Anything!"
It was a little unnerving standing in my kitchen with
my hand up my neighbors skirt, but of course my teenage
hormones kicked in. I slipped my middle finger into her
tight vagina and began to frig her. Darlene squatted
down lewdly which allowed better access to her sex, and
leaned against me already quivering with desire.
"Oh god," she squealed, "I'm going to come already!"
The way she was grinding my plunging finger, I had
little doubt she was about to have an orgasm.
"Oh god! Come to me tonight Ben, I can't wait any more.
I'll do anything darling! Faster...!" Darlene bit into
my shoulder and cried out with the explosive venting of
her desire. In other words, she orgasmed.
Even as she was coming down from her high I saw a face
from the doorway into the dining room, mom!
Oh god!
"I need more of you darling, please come to me
tonight." Darlene stood upon her toes and kissed me
softly, a promise of more. Then she looked right into
my eyes and said, "I love doing things for you darling,
naughty things, things I've never done with my
husband."
My mom just stood there open mouth at the sight that
must be visible to her. How long has she stood there?
"Please tell me you'll come?" She mistook my reaction
at seeing mom to hesitation to return to her for
another intimate encounter, "You like my ass right Ben,
come to me and fuck my virgin asshole darling!"
Wow! That statement momentarily took my attention away
from my mothers horror stricken face.
"Tomorrow Darlene, after school."
Mrs. Harrison looked disappointed but it was simply
acting, and soon a big grin spread out upon her lips.
"Tomorrow then. I can hardly wait darling!" She giggled
like a schoolgirl and quickly pulled her skirt back
down her thighs. "Tell you mom I had to get home
quickly!" She then departed though the back door
without a second hesitation. All the while she wore a
wide smile.
I looked back towards where my mom had stood. She was
gone.
Perhaps it was only a phantasm? I wouldn't be so lucky.
Mom had stood there, fifteen feet away, and watched me
frig her friend and neighbor then listened to that
woman beg for her son to visit her for more.
I had no idea how to approach her when I walked up to
her closed bedroom door and knocked. No answer. Then I
heard it, weeping. Mom was crying.
Damn it all to hell.
I called out though the door, "Mom?" Nothing. I waited
for what seemed an eternity, listening to her cry. I
was a heel, felt rotten. I loved my mom, she was the
best. I never thought to hurt her, I never would.
Slowly the door opened and I stuck my head inside, "Mom
I'm sorry."
She lay upon her queen-sized bed, curled in the fetal
position her face hidden in both her hands. The crying
was louder now.
"God mom! I never meant to... I never done this
purposely." I could hear the hurt and pain in my voice,
I just hopped she heard it also.
"Please just leave Ben."
I couldn't. Instead I moved forwards and placed my hand
upon her shoulder, an empathetic move. Rather than calm
her she just began to cry harsher. Maybe I should
leave?
"Why Ben?"
Why what? I didn't think now was the time to be
difficult, "I... I don't know mom." I didn't.
"Who else Ben... who else have you been with?" I felt
rather strange being asked this, but it was my mother.
"Trish's mom, Mrs. Harrison, Sam's mom and the waitress
from the diner near school."
The list must have startled her and she looked up at me
with red eyes, tears coating her cheeks and a surprised
look. She looked at me for only a second before
returning her face to her hands, but she wasn't crying
any longer.
"Why so many Ben?" Strange question to ask a teenager,
I had thought myself the luckiest guy in the world. I
couldn't answer and didn't. The silence was thick.
Again she turned her head towards me and looked at me
right in the eye, "Do you only like older women dear?"
I simply nodded affirmatively.
She again hid her face. "Are they all like Darlene -
begging you?"
"No, all were very different."
"Tell me... tell me what Hana does for you?"
I didn't understand the question, "Does for me?"
"What did you do to her?" She seemed anxious for some
reason, and I found it a rather odd question.
It wasn't the time to lie to my mother, I told her
exactly what happened.
"Trish's mom?" I told her. "That waitress woman?" Yup,
I told her with more detail than was probably called
for. "And Darlene?"
I also began to tell her exactly what happened, leaving
out nothing. Yet I noticed something as when I got to
the point where Darlene had cleaned our mutual spend
from my cock, that mom's buttocks and thighs were
clenching slowly and chemically. Why was she doing
that?
"Are you going to go over to Darlene as planned
tomorrow?"
"Not if you don't want me too mom."
Again the silence was thick. Mom just sat facing away
from me and had thankfully stopped crying.
"Am I as pretty as the others?"
What a strange question! In fact I had to think about
the answer, it never occurred to me to lie. Even though
I knew what mom looked like I stole a glance down to
her round raised hip and rather firm round buttock. I
then remembered her last summer on our vacation in that
one piece bathing suit and how it became transparent
when wet. At the time I only laughed about it, making
her blush and throw cold water down my back when I
wasn't looking. In all a good memory, but that image of
the darkness between her legs and topping both nipples
stood strangely in my minds eye.
"Yes." I came out not much louder than a croak and
gasp. For some reason my mouth was suddenly very dry.
Then mother turned over on her back and looked me right
in the eye, "Would you stay home tomorrow if I wanted
you too?"
Of course, "Yes."
"No. I mean would you stay home with me tomorrow?"
Could she mean...? Mother was breathing faster and I
could see that she was again squeezing her thighs
together. She looked very nervous, scared even. A look
I've never seen of her before.
"Mom...?"
"Do you want me to beg like Darlene did?" I saw that
her nipples had hardened and stuck out against her tee-
shirt. "I... I want...", she sighed deeply and again
turned away from me and began to cry.
I sat stunned, if I had understood what she was saying,
mother desired me in ways that were not intended for
mothers to feel about their sons. My god! Mom wanted
to... well she wanted to sleep with me! I couldn't even
think of that word in conjunction with my own mother.
Indeed she was an attractive woman, but she was my own
mother!
Even when I discovered mature women after my encounter
with Bonnie I had not even contemplated lust with my
own parent. I had to be sure, I had to know without a
doubt what she was saying. "Do you want me mom?" No
answer. "Do you want me like a lover?"
Between sniffles I heard, "Yes."
"What about dad?" Indeed.
No answer. There probably was none.
I reached out and placed my open hand upon her round
raised buttock. It felt very strange at that moment, as
if this was all a big dream and I was just about to
wake. As soon as it touched her jean covered ass, mom
sighed and lay silent and still.
Practically talking to the pillow she whispered, "I can
be like Jody if you want, trashy. Or I could fight you
like Hana. And I would like to submit to you like
Darlene does. Oh god, I would love that!"
"Submit?" I wasn't sure what she meant.
Mom didn't move her body but she turned her head to
answer, my hand still upon her ass. "She wants to
pleasure you, to do anything you wish. Darlene enjoys
when you are happy." It felt as if she was surprised I
didn't know this about Mrs. Harrison.
"Is this what you want from me Ben?"
"What do you mean mom?" I felt so somber right then,
not the thrilled joy that I had felt before my other
sexual encounters.
"Would you like if I did anything you asked? Even
giving you what Darlene was going to do for you
tomorrow?" I had to think what she was talking about,
tomorrow? Then it hit me, Darlene had promised me anal
sex. Oh my god, mother would let me fuck her in the
ass!
There, suddenly I realized, I thought the 'fuck' word
while thinking of mom at the same time. Perhaps it is
possible.
I didn't answer fast enough and mom must have thought I
wasn't interested in her offer. "I... its wrong Ben,
I'm sorry that..."
"Mom, I don't know if I can do... well those things to
you."
She smiled softly and said right at me, "I think you
can baby, I know you will."
Silence again, I was coming to the realization that I
could probably treat mom just like I had Darlene, or
Hana or even Jody.
"Go to the living room baby and I'll be out in a
second." What? I thought... well we had been talking
and it seemed like mom was trying to get me to stay
with her, to be with her.
"Okay mom." I retreated, my head hung low with my chin
nearly upon my chest.
I sat for twenty minutes just staring off into space,
just zoning out completely.
"Ben?"
"Mom!" I turned towards her voice and saw that she was
standing by the couch looking rather shy and
diminutive. No wonder, mom wore an outfit that I only
saw in erotic magazines, all white, with heels and
thigh-high hose, garter belt and a cupless hold-up bra.
I knew my mouth was open in astonishment. Mom looked
fabulous.
"My lover should call me by my name dear." My reaction
must have given her some confidence and she smiled
softly. "I bought this just a few weeks ago and never
intended on wearing it unless ...well... do you think I
look okay?"
What could I say, "God yes!" I remembered her request.
"Linda."
Without panties I could see the trimmed sparse brown
kinky hair of her sex. It caused something inside of me
to snap and I again became that raging walking talking
hormone that the other ladies had known. Then the sight
of her wide dark nipples took my breath away.
"Thank you honey." She looked down shy at the floor
before her. While my mom's actions reminded me of
Darlene's, doing what mom called it earlier, being
'submissive'.
"Come here mom." She just looked up, bit her bottom lip
and came to stand right between my spread knees. What a
sight! I doubt few children have seen their parent
dressed thus, and for the child's pleasure also.
My hands came up and gently touched outside each knee,
the nylon of the stocking smooth and warm from the skin
beneath. As my hands slowly drew upwards my mind raged
at me for doing this, for wanting this. This is incest,
I thought! Yet it was certainly consensual!
My mom had wanted me for a long while, had desired me
in ways that I had always wished other ladies to want
me. Its how Darlene now wants me, yet that happened
only after our encounter. I have been living with my
family and my mom has been a friend and confidant for
years.
Linda hissed as my hands inched their way very slowly
up her shapely thigh all the way to the edge of her
lace stocking top. They looked wonderful, incredibly
sexy upon my mother. My body was vibrating with lust
for her, my cock like stone.
It was wrong but I so wanted it!
"When you bought these," I squeezed her mid thighs
enjoying the touch, "did you know you would be wearing
them for me?" I was looking up from beneath her breasts
to her excited face.
"No... but I wanted too... thought it would make our
first time special." Mom's head fell back as my hands
went past the band of the stocking and slipped pass her
naked loins to grasp both her round buttocks in my
hands.
"Did you mean what you said mom, about your ass?" I
realized I was playing with her, taunting her with
words while also getting answers to questions that I
needed to know.
"Oh god yes Ben! I want to give you my virgin ass, just
for you honey." No so long ago Darlene had said
something similar. "I'll do anything baby!" From the
sight of her and the sounds she was making, I had no
doubt she was putty in my hands.
My hands fondled her soft round buttocks, one hand
moving inwards into the crevice between. When my
fingertip finally came in contact with her anus I
gasped with pleasure along with her. I pushed the tip
of my finger into her, up to the first knuckle.
"Mommy wants you to use her darling. I have wanted only
that for so long!"
I just had to know, "How long mom?"
My free hand came around and slipped up to her medium
sized breast held up and in by the push-up cupless bra.
"Months!" Wow, I only lost my virginity to Bonnie less
than a month ago. "I think of nothing else in my
fantasies but pleasing you!" Mom actually fantasized
about me like I used to do with Jody, wow! I had rather
intimate and a very imaginative fantasy life.
"Do you play with herself mom?" Now I was just being
nasty asking this.
She nodded with her eyes still closed enjoying my hands
upon her body, "Yes, at least once a day."
Enough. I took both my hands from her body and grunted,
"Spread your legs mom." She did until they were a meter
apart at the feet.
This spread the outer lips of her sex enough for me to
see a much more detailed view of her. The lips had been
trimmed to the point that they were hairless, the only
pussy being over her cleft. They were fat pink lips
with a hint of the wrinkled slimy inner lips between. I
was astonished to find that her sex and all of the
inside of her inner thighs were wet with her
excitement. An amount that I have not even seen before,
it astonished me.
Mom had been watching my look at her most intimate of
places, "You excite me like no other Ben, I love you."
With a smile, as if my fantasies had all become
reality, though I had never fantasized about mom
before, I responded with a, "I love you too mom."
I gently pushed her back and then stood up before her,
"Take my clothes off Linda."
She beamed, "Of course darling."
As mom went to work getting my clothing off, I paid
attention to the smell of her. Clean skin, perfume and
her intimate sexual musk that I so now wanted to be
more familiar with.
The clothing didn't actually take that long, it only
took a while since mom was excruciatingly slow at her
work. She enjoyed every inch of skin that was revealed,
kissed every new inch that came within kissing
distance. And yes, dutifully it seemed, my mother
kissed my missile of love. Only briefly before looking
up into my eyes as if to ask if she be allowed to kiss
it more, I never indicated either way. So she continue
with the remainder of my clothing.
Naked I stood above her kneeling lingerie clad form,
looking up at me with devotion and lust. My cock not a
foot away from her hungry mouth and wet full red lips
but like a good submissive she never made a move
towards it.
Unlike when Darlene had asked me what I wanted from her
I knew what I wanted to do with mom, at least
initially. "Onto the coffee table mom, on your back."
Still crawling I watched her deliciously sexy mature
form climb up on the hardwood sturdy short table, lay
back with a leg on either side.
"Spread your legs wider Linda." She did, nearly
horizontal. Mom watched me with excitement, she must
think I was about to plunge my spear into her.
Instead I knelt down and immediately began to give her
feather licks upon her thighs, tasting and cleaning
her. Mom tasted great!
"Oh god!" Immediately her hands came down and she
grabbed my head, trying to draw me into her sex. I
didn't comply. Instead I pushed her knees backwards and
slipped my hands behind her thighs to hold them up and
back nearly to her chest.
Then I started to do what Jody had taught me, to lick
ever so slowly and softly. Only this time I started low
down below her anus and ended when I felt her sexy fur
upon my tongue.
Mom began to go crazy with lust, trying to get her sex
to fuck my face by attempting to move her hips and grab
the back of my head. Neither worked, I was able to hold
her still with my hands on her legs and she wasn't
strong enough to guide my head.
I continued to lick her gently and slowly.
Like Jody, mom was going crazy with this technique of
mine. And I was going slower with her than I had with
Jody. I wanted this to last forever!
Her anus was wet with saliva, pussy juice and sweat,
enough for me to force my tongue into her like a small
cock. I fucked her asshole for nearly a full minute
before I guessed her orgasm close approaching and
withdrew. I waited till she calmed before doing the
same to her vagina, loving the place with my face.
Mom tried to get her fingers upon her own clitoris but
I roughly pushed them away. She didn't try again.
I again had to stop else she would have exploded. Not
yet!
I completely ignored her clitoris as I again began long
slow licks between various folds of her cunt. I haven't
a clue how long I had been eating my own mother out but
she started to beg, "I can't take it any more... fuck
me Ben. Fuck mommy please!"
Her cries were turning to whining and yes begging and
still I never complied. "Fuck me... oh god yes... fuck
my cunt my ass my face my tits my hands... come all
over me... use me baby... oh god!"
Not yet, I stopped and sat back. Linda looked past her
pushed up breasts confused at why I had stopped. I
could see the desperation and lust in those eyes, she
would do anything I wanted at that moment. I mean
anything.
I came around and knelt above her head and pulled her
further up the table. Moms head was hanging off the
edge of the table and even upside down I could see her
confusion. Without a word I pushed my cock against her
surprised face and she quickly opened her mouth to
allow my cock to plunge into her.
Reaching past her I grabbed her ankles and held them
high above her, the knees still pressing against her
breasts. It was a lewd and bawdy position, one that
perfectly fit my mothers mood as well as my own.
I fucked her face none too gently. Moving my cock all
the way down until her throat bulged and she gagged
slightly. Again and again I fucked her thus. My balls
slapping against her nose and cheeks. She was moaning
which caused my cock to vibrate and thus I responded
with a moan of my own.
It wasn't long in coming, me I mean. When I felt the
familiar tightening of my balls and expansion of my
shaft as I attempted to hold back the inevitable, I
dropped down on top of my mothers body, pushing the
legs wide apart.
Hard and fast my tongue shoved into the top of moms
crevice and against that excitement engorged clitoris.
Just as my own orgasm started, mothers began seconds
behind mine.
Her thighs came up and held my face in a vise as she
rolled about upon the table, my tongue still mashing
her clit. I was spurting what felt like a liter of come
into the back of her throat and holding my hard pumping
cock against her lips. It was as if we were locked
together by our sexual orgasm to the others face.
Wonderfully perverse.
I recovered sooner than she and disengaged from our
flesh puzzle. Mom groaned as I pulled my soft slimy
cock from her gaping mouth. Hoarsely she asked, "Wow,
where did you learn that?"
I just shrugged as I stood swaying on unsteady legs,
"No where, I just thought of it."
"You just gave me my best orgasm on a whimsy my
dearest."
I smiled weakly, "Thanks mom."
She slowly sat up on the low table, I think she had to
ask the question, "Do you regret what we did? Did I
disappoint you?"
I grinned like a son never grins at his mother and
started towards the hallway. "I'm going to get some
water then go to your room mom. I expect you to be
kneeling right in the middle of your bed when I get
there." It was a bold statement, but one that I didn't
think inappropriate considering the circumstances.
Before I left the room mom called from behind me,
"Honey? When you see Darlene tomorrow, could I come
with you?"
Damn, I again felt like the luckiest guy alive.
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