Title: Neighbourhood Slut Keywords: mF, teen, mat, cheat, anal, inc, mom, son Author: Caesar Summary: Young man becomes the neighbourhood slut until one mysterious woman captures his heart - as he matures, he comes to realize who it had been. The limerick is furtive and mean; You must keep her in close quarantine, Or she sneaks to the slums And promptly becomes Disorderly, drunk, and obscene. -- Morris Bishop Neighbourhood Slut by Caesar, copyright 2003 $Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $ I wasn't a virgin when Genie McCloud seduced me. If anything I was like a piece of blank paper - just ready for the story to be written upon. Consider this abridged tale my story. Genie McCloud took me and used up the abundant sexual energy that I was filled with and taught me so many wonderful things. She did this for her own selfish reasons of course - twisting my near-innocence to her low standards in morals. Not that it mattered to me - I devoured what she had to give. Of course you do not yet understand - and its a shame that I can not tell you of the months of passion that we shared when we first became lovers - but I can tell you about how I grew from a horny young man into a dominant and self-assured man. The journey may not have been all pleasant, but it is one that I could not change for anyone. Genie McCloud is my mothers best friend - having known each other long before I was ever born. There were playful hints of their nefarious goings on but no details were ever told to my sister or I. The kind of longevity that mom and Genie had gave her a certain power within our home as I grew from a child to a teenager. Her face was a common sight, her escapades through the years legendary - while my mother was the stable respectable one of the two. Even though Genie was the same age as my mother, I had secret fantasies about her tall sexy person since the time I hit puberty. The strength of those desires dimmed as I started to date girls my own age - then succeeding to a total of three different sexual conquests where I was thrilled to get beneath my peers panties. It was then, just after my eighteenth birthday that I drove Genie home from our New Years party and I discovered that she was not as drunk as she had convinced my mother or the other people at our party. In the thirty minutes that I was within her home - all the old fantasies surfaced with a blaze. Genie had dropped the drunk act and suddenly changed into a woman I had never known let alone experienced - seducing me with ease and with an overwhelming energy. There in her foyer she sucked me off quicker than it takes to tell you about it - then she proceeded to sit astride me and fuck the life out from my balls. I've never been confronted by a woman like that - one that knew what she wanted and was not afraid to take it. Genie was also the first woman to have sucked and swallowed every drop of my ejaculate. She was also the first woman to have me lay dormant while she bounced wildly above me. She was the first woman to wear lingerie while I fucked her. She was also the first woman over my own age that I fucked. The New Year started very promising indeed. I came to her like a puppy anxious for a pat on the head - and she gave it, often each and every day of the week. I found within our new and secret relationship a woman that could not get enough of me - of having sex with me. She loved my over-average sized wide dick, she loved how it could stay hard often for two orgasms. That she held the reigns to our relationship those first months never occurred to me and even if it had, I doubt I would have gave a shit. In Genie I found a woman that wanted to use me in every way that my innocent mind could imagine - and then some. I was your typical teenager - the end justified the means and the 'end' in this case was getting laid. As Genie did this I was learning - from a very skillful teacher I may add - the secrets that guys my own age only brag about in the locker room and that most took decades to discover on their own... or, more often, some never do. Where my natural desire to learn failed, Genie had no qualms about pulling in those imaginary reigns and guiding me toward the goal she set for us for every encounter. We fucked like animals - in all positions, in all holes and almost anywhere. Genie liked most when she came to our home, having had a key of her own since I can remember, and wanted me to do her in my own bed. Oh sure, sometimes it was on the kitchen table or in the living room of my home but usually she wanted to get fucked in my small bed in the middle of the mess that was my private sanctuary. More often, though, I went to her upscale very private condominium for our more lengthy bouts. I don't remember when she started to tell me about other women in our neighbourhood - having cared little for anything but her and I. She told me of the sex secrets, those she was aware of, of her friends and neighbours - most of whom I had known most of my life. Perhaps I realized what she was talking about when she started to add me to her descriptions - often telling me what a female friend of hers liked or disliked, how to twist their gears to get them to be putty in my hands. It was exciting, laying naked between fucks, hearing about one of our neighbours, perhaps a short dumpy woman that never smiles - how she loves to be spanked upon. Or another, a tall thin grandmother that was a chronic masturbator. It was fun, being the voyeur. Genie assured me that there was no woman that she knew of that, after a single taste, could resist the lure of what I had to offer. She rightly gave herself the credit of course, by her rigorous training those first months. It did not matter if her friends were married, in their fifties or late thirties, fat or skinny, smart or dumb - after an hour alone with me, and I must give them an orgasm in that time to succeed, they would be like slaves to my desires. Her telling of these lurid tales was getting us so hot that Genie often had me mount her for another round - finishing her stories as we fucked. My life was about to change yet again - Genie would have me promise that when I fucked any of her friends or neighbours that I must tell her every sordid detail. Not believing that lightening could strict twice, meaning such a hungry and experienced woman for my nearly insatiable teenage needs, I agreed. -*- Genie had me meet her at the local cafe rather than in secret - which was our normal method of operation. As I strode into the busy corner cafe I was surprised to see Genie with another woman that I vaguely knew from my mothers craft parties. Genie stood to welcome me with a smile. The other woman only stared at her across the small round table before her. "Conner! You know Holly Young?" I thought they had run into each other at the cafe, so just smiled and said, "Oh hi Mrs. Young." We shook hands - my impression was of a limp soft clasp. Mrs. Young did not say a word or even move, after shaking hands, but Genie immediately nodded toward the free seat at the table. "Sit down Conner." As soon as I was seated, Genie leaned forward and in a half whisper, "I have been telling Connie here about that fantastic cock between your legs Conner!" I quickly shot an embarrassed look toward Genie and only saw anxious humour returned. I then shot my gaze to her friend. Mrs. Young's face was turning bright red but she still had not looked up from the table. It was at that moment that I noticed Connie Young as if for the first time. I knew she was a couple of years older than Genie and my mom, was average in height with a soft curvy body, average sized breasts and short curly hair. She was attractive in her own mature way but had always had an air of superiority when around me that had always irked me. Seated here in the loud cafe with Genie and I, I saw that she wore an attractive skirt and blouse, with tan nylons and heels - more upscale than I have ever noticed her adorned before. Before this moment I have never looked upon her with any sexual sort of awareness - and what I saw now made me realize that Mrs. Young had come here, probably at the insistence of her friend Genie McCloud, to have a clandestine meeting with me, the teenage stud. It was one of my prouder moments. Genie continued to speak to me, though the words were also for Mrs. Young's ears as well, "Connie's husband hasn't been doing his duties in bed so all she has had between her legs for pleasure has been her own fingers. Right Connie?" The older woman didn't acknowledge the question - except to turn even a darker shade of red. "I told her about that over-sized monster that just can't get enough." A knowing chuckle accompanied this statement. Then Genie turned serious and asked the older woman, "So, do you want him Connie?" Mrs. Young quickly scanned the other tables to see if their inhabitants had overheard the sordid question. In her haughty way, she nodded once but would not look my way. It was my impression that the 'deal' had already been struck prior to my coming into the cafe and the question was more for my sake. Genie slowly pushed her key ring across the small table toward me. If I understood correctly, I had just been given to the horny old woman for a tumble. I looked directly into Genie's eyes, asking her not to do this thing - that I only wanted her and not some snotty bitch. She ignored me though - or rather she smiled masterfully then ignored me. "Take her to my place Conner - I'll stay away for two hours." She looked to her older friend then added, "I think you better hurry Conner, Connie looks almost ready to explode right here and now!" I looked at the voluptuous mature woman and saw that her face, neck and even the tops of her breasts that were visible above her blouse was bright red. I may not like Mrs. Young and I may not even be attracted to her - but I was a teenager and the thought of another willing woman for my sexual hunger would be enough to allow me to do this thing. I stood, taking the keys in may hands, "Lets go Mrs. Young." Genie smiled proudly, triumphantly. Connie Young looked up at me almost fearfully before she carefully stood and then followed me out of the busy coffee shop. She walked the hundred meters to Genie's condo beside me in silence. As soon as the door to the condo closed behind us Mrs. Young spoke up, "Genie told me you can be discrete?" I faced Mrs. Young in the foyer, wondering why she stopped like this. Did she not accept Genie's offer willingly? I took a step forward while nodding as an answer, my face moving toward hers with my lips pursed like a child. Connie Young turned her head at the last minute and I kissed the side of her head of curly brown hair and immediately felt stupid. "No kissing Conner." I withdrew my face and she turned back toward me. "Lets get this straight young man", I hated when anyone said 'young man', "what happens here today stays between us?" I knew Genie would want every sordid detail but I nodded my agreement regardless. Since I was frustrated I asked, "Do you want to fuck or what Mrs. Young?" She ground her teeth while glaring at me before hissing, "Do not presume since I put up with such language from Mrs. McCloud that I will do so for you young man!" It took much effort on my part to not leave the haughty bitch right there and then. Yet a teen male is a hungry beast - and any woman can satisfy him, if only for a short while. And it intrigued me to understand what another woman felt like, tasted like - how she sounded when she found pleasure with my actions. I took a step back uncontrollably, before nodding with my head, "The bedroom is back there Mrs. Young." She followed as I lead, though I half expected her to leave, feeling as if my neck were in a leash and she holding the other end. It was a feeling I did not much care for. Standing just inside the room, Mrs. Young held her purse before her like a shield as I stood by the bed waiting. By this time Genie would have had my cock in her mouth, or I would be on my knees between her legs - so I had no experience with this reluctant form of woman. Mrs. Young had come here willingly, so it seemed to me that she did want to do what Genie had proposed. Taking the bull by the horns, as my mother likes to say, I began to disrobe. Mrs. Young had been intent on studying her friends room when I began to take my clothing off - and her eyes locked onto my little strip show before her. This is why we were here after all. As soon as my boxer shorts were removed and I stood straight, completely naked, before the old voluptuous bitch I saw that her eyes were locked onto my semi-erect dick. "Genie was right - you are... delicious." She spoke this in almost a breathless whisper but it did nothing for me but increase my impatience. I sat back onto the edge of the bed and grasped my dick in my right hand - gently stroking it to full hardness. Mrs. Young was staring without a blink at my hand and my cock when she asked almost absentmindedly, "No one will ever know - promise me Conner?" "I promise Mrs. Young." It was a lie of course - Genie will demand every detail about this moment, but since I could not care the least about the old bitch, I cared less about my honesty. She stepped further into the room and dropped her purse and I saw that her hands trembled as she reached for the button of her skirt located at her hip. It fell about her heeled feet, as her hands immediately moved up to the buttons of her expensive blouse. If there was one part of Mrs. Young's body that I was most attracted too it was her round meaty average sized breasts. Her waistline was gone after 3 children - her thighs heavy and her ass large though comfortably round. Her face and body looked very much her forty five years - but after tasting the pleasures of Genie McCloud, I understood that a mature dish could also be a tasty one. The blouse fell to the floor with the skirt and her thumbs hooked into the elastic band of her nylons while kicking off her heels. Genie never wore nylons of this sort any more - as I found myself greatly enjoying the thigh-high stockings she often sported. I now understood the lack of pleasure in seeing a woman with the waist high, single piece nylon. The wide unattractive gray panties were shoved quickly down to the floor as her hands quickly reached behind her to undo her final garment - her white brassiere. It quickly fell with the rest of her garments. She stood trembling before me, her nails scraping the outside of her thighs unconsciously. Her nervousness obvious and a little amusing. Gone was the haughty bitchy woman - leaving a middle-aged horny chubby little girl. With barely disguised disappointment, I looked upon the flabby gut above the overly hairy pubic region while the breasts that I had looked forward too seemed small and hung too low for their size. Yet, if Genie had taught me anything is that women like to be placed upon a pedestal, to be thought of as attractive and desired. "Your beautiful Mrs. Young!" I tried to make it sound as earnest as I could. A wide surprised smile spread on her face, the first I've ever seen her wear. "Please call me Connie Conner." I stopped the smile from appearing on my face - she wanted to fuck me and so she was finally giving me permission to call her by her first name. I dropped to my knees before her, "May I... I would love to kiss you there Connie?" I nodded with my chin right at her over-grown bush between her thick thighs. Genie had taught me that every woman loves to be given oral sex - and had had her young charge spend hours perfecting his technique between her thin shapely thighs. Connie suddenly looked embarrassed, "You really don't have too Conner?" I crawled on my knees the two meters to her and looked up past her droopy tits to stare into her wide anxious eyes. She had to be feeling old and not a little undesirable - but she had to also consider what a tongue would feel like between her legs. When was the last time someone tongue-fucked her old cunt? Of course I had too, and leaned in to place a chaste kiss upon her thick bush. "What if I want too Connie?" Another kiss - this one lingering. She smelt like stale soap and lingering perfume and something else, an earthy sweet smell that I immediately knew what it was. It was not a totally repugnant scent. Connie's thighs quivered and she suddenly burst out giggling for a few seconds then mumbled her apologies embarrassingly. When my tongue slipped into the thick outer labia and into the hot sticky sweet syrup held within her folds, which caused her to immediately loose any humour she may have held about the moment. In fact, Connie gasped loudly and her hands clawed at the back of my head while shoving out her pelvis lewdly. "Oh my god Conner!" -*- "... and she kissed you?" Genie rubbed her stocking covered calf up and down her young lovers thigh absentmindedly. I could not help but smile broadly, remembering how the voluptuous married woman had been astounded throughout her encounter with him. She had orgasmed upon his tongue, then together with him between her spread thighs with her on her back on the bed. Then Mrs. Young had sucked his cock back to health and then rode astride him as she passionately kissed him all the way to another orgasm. Finally she knelt before him on the floor and stroked his cock, having his young ejaculate upon her droopy breasts. Finally, they dressed and went back down to the door to the condo - standing there, she passionately kissed her young lover asking, no begging, to be allowed another encounter. "Oh yes, she kissed me." Genie laughed in that throaty way of hers, "That old tart! I knew she needed a good rogering." With my arm about her, I was able to grasp my lovers firm small ass and give it a playful pinch. "I know another old tart that likes a good rogering!" Genie spun toward me playfully and shoved her mouth against my own for a passionate if violent kiss. She broke apart and looked down into my eyes with rare seriousness, "Did you enjoy her Conner?" I remembered my earlier reluctance and then my inquisitive desire at possessing another woman and then I can remember how desperate Connie had kissed me before we opened the doorway to return to our separate lives. This from the woman who I had considered a stuck up bitch and one that would not kiss me at the beginning of the afternoon. Yet, I knew it was not polite to admit to too much pleasure with another with any woman. I used words that Genie would herself use, "She was a better fuck than I thought she would be - but not nearly as good as you Genie." Which was true after all. A reassured happy smile appeared on my mature lover and she allowed her head to lay back upon my chest comfortably. Her hand absentmindedly stroked my soft, tired, cock and I recalled how hot she had gotten and wanted me to tell her about Connie and I as she and I fucked. "You enjoy older women darling?" I thought the question absurd as I've only experienced herself and as of yesterday, Connie. Yet I remembered how handsome Connie appeared in clothing and how, with her clothing off, she could not hide her age. Yet I could remember how soft her big round ass felt, how anxious she was to return the pleasure that I had given her - how thankful she seemed to be after that first orgasm upon my tongue. Genie was the same but in a different and more aggressive and bawdy way - she needed what I could give her and she was totally uninhibited. "Not that I have much experience in the matter - I would have to say 'yes'." I tried to laugh with my response but Genie stayed silent. "Would you like to fuck another older gal darling?" She was again serious. I felt my cock jerk in response in her warm hand, she had to have felt it too. "Who would it be Genie?" She did not say a word for a long while until she replied, "Someone we both know - and she has told me in confidence how much she wants to fuck you." I laughed lightly, a certain male pride at being told a woman had revealed her secret lust for me. Genie continued, "We would have to work out something so that you can't see who it is." "Why the hell not Genie?" One of the pleasures of being highly sexed male is that I enjoyed seeing a real live woman's naked body. Genie lifted her head from my bare chest and looked up into my eyes and I saw that she was very serious. "Would you agree to that Conner - maybe a blindfold or in darkness?" Every guy wants to taste a variety of dishes and so I replied honestly, "Sure - why not." What do I care if I can't see this woman - I will certainly get pleasure at plunging myself into her body again and again. Genie suddenly looked relieved and more than a little pleased. Her hand became more aggressive and seemed even more pleased when it responded to her work. -*- I stepped into the familiar condo of my mature lover Genie and nearly turned on the light by the doorway when I remembered the rules. No lights! It was nearly midnight and my other instruction was as simple - she would be waiting for me in Genie's bedroom. The week since Genie has propositioned me with this anonymous woman - I had guessed her to be some married horny woman, not so unlike Connie, but without the nerve to face me with the lights on. Sure I wanted to know who it was but stronger was the urge to possess yet another woman that I would follow the two simple restrictions to this meeting. At that stage in my life, quantity counted more than quality. With my hands along the walls, I moved up the stairs and through the hallway to Genie's bedroom. The door was open but inside was pitch black and silent. I stood there trying to hear if I was alone - but to no success. "Hello? Are you here?" "Uh huh." The response actually startled me - sounding loud in the darkened room. The bed creaked and I knew the woman was moving upon it. I heard what sounded like bare feet on the hard wood floor of the bedroom. "Have you changed your mind about the dark?" I suddenly had a fear of a four hundred pound sixty year old horny woman. Besides, this mystery was picking at me. A negative grunt was her response. Sounding closer to me in the absolute darkness and I realized she was carefully making her way across the dark bedroom toward me. Two small hands suddenly touched my chest and then moved up to grasp the back of my head. I found myself pulled gently downward so that my lips awkwardly found my anonymous lover. The second attempt was much more successful and our lips opened and our heads tilted for a lengthy and passionate kiss. Whomever it was, was a small woman, nearly half a meter shorter than I. My hands reached out and I openly felt soft smooth warm female flesh. She definitely was not four hundred pounds and I guessed her age to be a few decades shy of sixty. I touched all that I could reach - finding a small waist, over-sized but shapely and soft ass, rather heavy breasts for such a small frame. And there was a familiar scent about her - and it was not the perfume, the same that Genie often wore, but something else that I could not place. The petite woman's hands had not been idle either - her fingers expertly unbuckling my jeans and unbuttoning my shirt. She disrobed me hurriedly and anxiously. I could taste her anxious desperation within her kisses. When she broke the kiss to allow me to comically balance on either foot to remove my pants and boxer shorts, I was able to ask, "Will you not, at least, give me your first name?" A playful but negative response - evidently this woman did not want to even speak. Naked, finally, the petite mature woman guided me through the darkness to the edge of the huge bed. She gently pressed on my chest so that I fell backward onto my bare ass. I could feel her hurried desperation in the darkness. She pressed on my shoulders so that I fell backward onto the bed as she knelt between my spread thighs. The woman groaned uncontrollably as a small hand grasped my soft member and began to rub her face with it. It was strange, how she moved her face up and down and side to side slowly so that the soft member grew against the flesh of her cheeks. Once I was hard, she moved her mouth down to lick at my heavy balls with dainty little licks. I could feel the cool saliva coating my hairy balls before she took one and then the other into her mouth and sucked firmly. Regardless of her desperation she did this slowly, patiently, as if she wanted to remember this moment for ever. Then the woman moved further down and I felt small little licks at the tight junction of my ass hole and I could not help but shiver. No tongue had ever touched me there before - but as I had learnt with Genie, I was willing to try anything sexual. Her licks had became more persistent and dug into my rear hole, rimming me as I have done to Genie in the past. And as my mature lover had done, I could not help but groan with pleasure of the unexpected feelings my ass was giving me. She fucked my ass hole with her tongue for a long while - letting out small groans of her own randomly. Then, just as suddenly as she had started to rim me, she stopped, crawled up onto the bed and positioned herself above me. Two warm soft thighs cradled the sides of my head as the woman lowered her sex to my hungry lips. She did this as I felt her tiny hot mouth encircle the circumcised crown of my cock. I could smell her pleasure long before I tasted her, realizing that the thighs clasping my head were slick with her juices. I never realized a woman could get so wet so that her thighs were slick with it. A soft hairless slit was pressed against my nose and I opened my mouth to slip my tongue into the wet groove above me. I wondered if having no pussy added to the flavour of 'cunt' - I had no answer to my own question, but I found the woman delicious. The anonymous woman orchestrated her pleasure, moving her hips so that my tongue slipped back and forth along her hairless cunt. When she moved her hips forward, bringing my tongue to her wrinkled hard anus I was not surprised after the attention she gave to me there. I attempted to return the pleasure that she had shown me - and by her responses, it appeared that I was as successful at rimming a tight little ass as she. Her mouth had disengaged from my dick, while one small hand grasped it possessively, the woman began to thrash above me. She was tiny in frame so there was little weight to her, so I wrapped my arms about her waist to hold her against me - while trying to shove more of my tongue up her ass. If oral-anal stimulation is what she wanted - it is what I would give her. Besides, bringing a woman to orgasm with my tongue up her ass would be a first for me. She was panting loudly, her body heaving above me, trying to unconsciously buck away from my encircling arms. Randomly I retreated from that tiny round hairless hole and moved lower to tease the enlarged hard clitoris until the woman's pants changed to shrieks of pleasure, remembering to always return to fucking her ass hole vigorously. I could feel her whole body quivering, sweating, striving toward our common goal. I could feel the sphincter quiver upon my tongue as her orgasm was seconds away. She must be gritting her teeth, perhaps to stop herself from speaking out, as she let out a muffled screech a final time just as her orgasm began. Even my encircling arms could barely hold the bucking woman as she underwent her climatic pleasure, the strength in her tiny body surprising me. Her ass actually tightened and held me as if in a tiny circular vise while her cunt poured juices onto my chin and neck. It was a magical moment for me as well - always enjoying the voyeur side of watching a woman orgasm. Especially if I had something to do with the cause before the effect. Perhaps I could not see this delightful middle-aged woman but I was coming to appreciate her. Then it became silent in the pitch black room except for the woman's deep laboured breathing. She lay inverted upon me for a long while, as I gently kissed the inside of her thighs and over her nether region. Her warm hairless body was slick with sweat, her skin sticking to my own deliciously. I love moments like this. Minutes later something awoke within her and unknown carefully crawled off me, turned about to lay upon my chest to bring her lips to mine, her thighs together holding my full-standing dick firmly. We kissed - long and passionately. Kissing Connie Young had been about indecency, lust and sex. Genie McCloud was raw triple-x, with a twist of dominance on her part thrown in. Kissing this anonymous woman was magical - like being in love - perfect. When finally we broke our lips apart, more from the lack of regular air than for any other reason, she began to lick slowly, carefully at my face. It took me a second to realize that she was licking the abundant juices from my skin that she herself had left there at the heights of her passion. This woman, whomever she was, was turning me on something fierce. She was so different than Genie but certainly a match for my amorous side. Her small warm full lips began to kiss down my hairy chest, to my hard flat stomach and to my groin. My cock, still fully hard, was ready - and my mystery lover did not hesitate. I felt her take half of my penis directly into her warm slick tiny mouth, pause, and then began to every so slowly move her face up and down. She controlled the whole movement, not in a dominant selfish sort of way that Genie would have done but in a loving patient way that told me she was doing all that she could do to give me pleasure. Contrary to my other lover, this blow job was for me and I simply sat and enjoyed. And enjoy it I did. I could hear my own breathing echo through the dark room as the woman patiently made love to my cock using only her oral abilities. I slowly searched in the darkness to find her ass as she was kneeling almost perpendicular to me - and my index finger easily sunk into her comfortable sized vagina. She groaned at the intrusion, without missing a beat of the incredible music she was generating with my dick. It was the best blow job of my short life. Which surprised me - as I had thought nothing would feel as good as Genie's mouth. Yet it was completely different - Genie fucked, this unknown woman was like some romance novel that I would never read. I knew I could learn something from the both of them. The orgasm approached like a physical sign on a road - I could see it getting closer and closer and I knew there was little that could stop it from hitting my car. The woman knew it as well, I could feel the suction deepen as I was seconds away from blasting. My hips were pumping now and I was groaning openly with pleasure. I only spoke a warning a single second before finishing, "Here it comes!" Then I let out a lengthy masculine groan as I felt my dick explode and I began to pump out my life-giving-juices directly into the hungry mouth of my mysterious lover. She loudly swallowed all that I could give, sucking me more tenderly now as if understanding that the head of my penis was more sensitive at this moment. When I was finished - my body gasping to regain air and strength - this woman began to suck me with a renewed vigour and a motion that I knew was more selfish that her earlier work. I could feel the desperation in her movements, her sucking, as she kept my cock from softening so that it was again throbbing upon her tongue. I knew the rhyme for her new energy, feeling the hot wetness upon my plunging finger in her sex. At that point she finally released my dick and moved quickly about on the bed, and over my hips. I could feel her rushed quivering movements as she positioned herself to mount me. I sat still and let her do all the work - astonished to find how passion-filled this woman could be and how much it was affecting me. Fucking Connie had been nothing like this. Our first joining was a feeling of entering a snug wet very hot cunt with a long guttural sigh from the darkness above me. This woman was also much tighter than my other two conquests had been. Her two hands lay flat against my hairy chest as she did not waste any time and began to shove her hips up and down - fucking herself on my above average sized hard cock. So I sat still and simply let her pleasure herself with my body - enjoying myself tremendously. Not for the last time I would wonder whose body I was inside. Her breathing was coming in short quick gasps as she slapped her ass down against the top of my thighs so that I thought I could feel the head of my dick hit her cervix deep inside her body. She seemed determined to get the whole of my dick inside her petite body though - as if it was important for some unfathomable reason. Being a small woman, I could easily wrap my arms about her heavy round ass to grasp it roughly. I began to guide her movements, ensuring she did not loose any of her rapid thrusts for the rising passion within her, and more selfishly, to enjoy the touch of her smooth warm sweaty skin. The fingers of one hand slipped into the sweaty groove of her ass, so that my middle finger touched the slick relaxed rectal muscle. She gasped with pleasure as I gently pressed my finger into her back passage and began to fuck her in sync to my cock. My head stretched upward to find a wide hard nipple toping those generous sized tits and sucked hungrily. The woman was more anal than Genie was - though with proper preparation, my mature-girlfriend told me, any woman would love attention back there. It seemed that this anonymous woman did not need much in the way of preparation. That delighted me to no end - I loved a woman's ass. It had to be the first part of her body that I noticed on any woman. These actions seemed to be her undoing and she rose toward her second orgasm for the night. I simply sat and enjoyed - smelling, feeling and hearing the woman's pleasure. This fuck was for her pleasure and she seemed to enjoy it immensely. She screamed out while pressing down on me, as if trying to get my whole body up into her cunt. Then she collapsed upon my frame, the side of her head against my chest. I've let this woman take the lead, and as pleasurable as that was, it was time to fuck. She had given me a new prospective on intercourse and a different lesson than Genie had ever taught me. But there was something else that I had been taught. I wanted to pleasure this woman, I wanted her to feel as wonderful as I did - and no, I am not just talking about orgasms. So I sat up, our bodies still joined and my arms holding her against me, I could feel her surprise. I then slipped my hands down to her big round ass and grasped it roughly before lifting her up and down as if she were an inanimate toy above my cock. She gasped with pleasure filled surprise and her hands wrapped about my neck, the fingers of one hand stroking my messy hair absentmindedly. It was her time to be pleasured. Sometimes, Genie had taught me, a woman likes a guy to take charge during sex - to show her how she can best pleasure him. It did not mean getting rough with your partner or hurting them, not unless that was agreed upon beforehand, but taking a dominant role. Usually Genie did it when we were together - but there had been notable moments that I looked into her eyes and could see a submissive desire to please me. Those few and far between moments in my memory are often the most pleasurable times that I can remember between us. Had Connie not entered into her friends bedroom as the mature dominant self-assured woman. Did she not leave panting with exertion, begging for me, and could not take her hands from me? Had not all the rules she had created upon entering not disintegrate after the pleasure we shared together? The pleasure that I had chose to give her? With a quick twist, I rolled with the woman on my lap, dropping her on the soft bed to her back with me between her soft shapely thighs, my cock still in her wet hot snug fuck-hole. She gasped in surprise and tried to draw my lips down to kiss her and as inviting as that was, I wanted to fuck! I lifted my torso up and away from her, finding and grasping her petite ankles and pushing them far forward before resting them onto my shoulders. What I did then was loose myself to the more male animal side - and vigorously fucked her like it was to be my last day on this earth. Her little body practically bounced as I drove into her again and again - so that the junction of our joining was echoing with sloppy sounds and the damp skin of our bodies slapping harshly. She was gasping loudly now, like a sharp 'oh' at each violent thrust. The seconds turned into minutes and I knew I was fucking like it was an Olympic event and I was going for the gold. The sweat was pouring off me and I think my partner had orgasmed at least one more time, but could not be sure. My muscles were quivering and I could feel my balls begging me to release and end this momentous fuck. Would she be sore between her legs tomorrow? Genie playfully complained about that after our more vigorous bouts - yet I had never done her like I was now fucking this anonymous woman. I released her ankles from my shoulder and her legs moved around to wrap about my thin waist, and I could feel that her feet had locked behind me. If the lights had been on I may have pulled from her body and had her stroke me to finish, emptying my seed onto her middle-aged delighted face. It was one of my favourite ways of finishing with Genie. Yet in the darkness I knew it would lack the visual kink that made the moment special. No, instead I allowed my larger body to lay over the petite woman as I hissed into her face, "I'm gonna come deep in your hot cunt lady!" That caused her to began a short gasping sort of breathing, as if she could not breath. I rose up onto my elbows, suddenly realizing all my weight was upon her - but her hands immediately yanked me back down so our sticky bodies stuck together again as if glued. Then with her arms and legs wrapped and locked behind me, she hugged me fiercely as I finally passed the finish line in this Olympic event. An hour later I sat in the darkness and listened to the unknown woman get dressed. It had taken a full sixty minutes with our bodies intertwined, before either of us had the strength to move. Unfortunately, this part of our encounter was also scripted - she would dress and leave first, I would stay until Genie arrived to tell me it was clear to leave as well. Embarrassed I asked toward the tiny sounds across the blackened room, "I'm sorry I... are you going to be sore tomorrow?" A light affirmative laugh was my only reply but I interpreted it to mean that it had been worth it. More movements. "I would like to meet you again... like this, in the dark, if you want?" I was too much of a 'man' to admit that she was the best of my short career at fucking and I felt a rather deep sorrow knowing that I did not even know enough of her identity to approach her for another encounter. Connie had begged for me - Gennie had me on a short leash for our regular fucks. After this fantastic coupling - this woman must want to have more as well? Or was I still naive not to understand if my actions this evening had been successful or not? Hard soled shoes came toward me, clicking on the wood flooring. A hand found me seated on the edge of the bed, naked and still soiled from our tumble. The woman leaned over and kissed me. Not a kiss like Connie had given me, begging me, promising me with her lips. Not the raw energy of Genie, where a kiss was only the prelude to fucking. No, this woman kissed me gently and with more soul than I thought could be contained in any oral exchange. I rose my hands to find a rough woollen skirt, one of my hands slipping beneath. She withdrew her kiss as my fingers felt outside the soaked cotton panty, pressing against the sexy familiar curves beneath. I could go again - this woman energized me like no other. The other hand rose to find her without any covering from the waist up - so that I was grasping one of her over-sized ripe breasts, the fat nipple hard and throbbing in my palm. A long sigh escaped from her before she pulled reluctantly away from me - back to the far side of the room to finish dressing. I was more confused and horny than ever! Minutes passed until she returned to stand before me - finding my hand in the darkness and pressing a small slip of paper into it. Then I listened as she walked upon her heels on the hard wood flooring out of the bedroom and down the hall. I heard the front door open, close, and then nothing. Darkness held no answers or relief. Hope slowly rose within me though as I told myself that she must have given me her contact information on the paper - or perhaps a time and place for another encounter. -*- For six months Genie and I fucked like rabbits - while she selfishly pimped me out to various ladies in the neighbourhood. It was a wild time - so that if I walked to the corner store from home, I would get one or more sideways glances and a flash of eyes from the knowing mature ladies that lived on our block. I came to appreciate the flesh of all the mature woman that I came to be intimate with - tiny to tall, fat to skinny. I enjoyed the large breasted to the flat chested. The big soft asses to the tiny hard back-sides. I was often approached, in various ways, by all that I had sampled - every one wanting another taste. Well, all except one. Throughout this time the constant was Genie - as she shared me with others for her own selfish kink at having me tell every sordid detail to her. She decided whom I fucked, whom got another taste and sometimes what I did with them. It was not unusual for me to arrive at Genie's condo to find a woman that I recognized from about the neighbourhood, often an old school chum's mother... or the wife of the grocer... or even one of my teachers, always with Genie seated across from her. I would then go upstairs to the bedroom with the woman, fuck, suck and climax, often numerous times, before seeing her to the front door. Afterwards, sit stroking Genie's clitoris as I relived what happened minutes before in her bedroom. For six months I had at least 3 women, not counting Genie, a week. So many even to my hungry appetites, that I lost track of when I may have had a tumble with whom - perhaps forgetting what particular thing they enjoyed or that certain touch that drove them wild. Yet I never forgot that anonymous woman that blew both my mind as well as my hard teenage dick. She stands the highest of all the many women that I've had since loosing my virginity - and I count Genie in that group as well. Perhaps I was glorifying my memory with that fabulous woman yet it all seemed like it only happened the night before. None of the other mouths that sucked upon my cock or kissed my lips felt nearly as good. The various cunts I've shagged, never so hot, wet and at the same time snug as if a perfect fit. Some of the old sluts kissed well or liked a little butt-action - but none held the full perfect deal as that mysterious woman had. It was so bad that I began to compare all others to that unknown woman in the darkness, her small waist curving down to her big round ass and up to her full too-big-for-her-size-tits. Then there was the taste of her intimate juices - something sweet like nectar that I had not come to realize how wonderful it was until after she had left me alone in the room. No other woman's juices flowed or tasted so amazing me to me - not half as much. When I had time alone in my small room I would pull out that slip of paper she had left me to look at her parting gift. It was simply red lipstick lips kissing onto the small white paper, so that I could see every wrinkle and curve that my memory held fond intimate memories of. Those lips were heaven and I often walked down the road staring at the middle-aged ladies lips - wondering whom my mysterious companion had been, trying to compare her parting gift to those passing ladies as if it were a glass slipper. There was even that familiar smell to the paper - the same indescribable scent that I had smelt upon her skin and a part of me knew it from somewheres, but for the life of me could not recall. Don't get me wrong - I am not complaining about getting an endless supply of ready and wet cunt. I am not even bothered that the sum of my bounty was with mature sluts that lived, practically, next door to my home. I looked upon mature women as sexy and exciting lovers. To a whole group of mature women, I was the neighbourhood slut. My relationship with Genie was changing as well - barely noticeable at first. In the first months together she had been the teacher, the dominant knowing person in our twosome. She had been married - had one child that now lifted with her ex-husband, and has had various affairs after her marriage ended. She had fucked more cocks, she once told me when she was half-ways drunk, than I probably had ever seen in the locker room at school. Her being the dominant, experienced one, was changing - or rather I was changing. I was becoming comfortable with my sexuality, my body. I had learnt what Genie could teach me and often took the reigns in our relationship - dominating our coupling more often than not. She enjoyed these encounters, but something was lacking for her. And of course I compared her to that anonymous woman, that Genie could never submit herself so completely as that unknown woman had, allowing me total control. I had felt it in the darkness six months before - knowing that as I violently fucked her sexy little body, that I could have done anything I wished to her at that moment. She had trusted me so completely that I was allowed full control over her. It was part of the puzzle that plagued me - how that mysterious woman could not approach me after I knew I had successfully pleasured her as I had! Genie also pimped me out - finding, perhaps, more pleasure in my telling of each encounter than she did when I took control of our own joining. This all lead up to the large argument that Genie and I had one afternoon. Starting at the same coffee shop that lead to my first, of several, encounters with Connie Young. Then, minutes later, it moved into her condo, as our voices were getting louder and I did not back down a centimetre this time - I was no longer the virgin teenager that she had once taken for her own whims. And finally, she said it, "You would rather fuck 'her' than me!" That stilled my anger, 'her' being the anonymous woman of course. Genie had known of my fascination, lust... dare I say it, love... of the mysterious woman. I had nagged her to no end after that only encounter, but Genie had only shrugged and told me she would tell the woman how I felt but doubted anything else would happen. I could sense how Genie felt relieved that I could not see 'her' again - perhaps knowing that the unknown woman could tame my heart where Genie was slowly loosing it. Then there was Genie's desire to hear of that single encounter, it was one of her favourite tales for nearly six weeks afterwards - having me tell her how or what I did in the dark room that night. Not long after the six week period, though, her patience for anything related to 'that woman', as she called her, was growing thin. It lead up the comment she just made and I stood dumbly and could not deny the statement - I would rather fuck that anonymous woman than Genie. It was the end of 'us' and it was my first big breakup with a woman. We both cried and held each other - but we agreed it had to end. She suggested I move onto girls my own age, saying that no guy my own age could equal my well-earned experience. When I didn't agree immediately, Genie only told me to forget 'that woman' - that it was impossible. That was it. For three months I shagged many of my earlier conquests - but they were even less pleasurable for me than before Genie and I had broken up. For one, all we could do was fuck in a car, in the woman's house when her family was not home, or at a hotel that she paid for. I felt cheap and used. The flow of women did not stop though, and they brazenly approached me for their selfish desires. My natural dominance with a woman had gone to a dangerous edge as I began to control the women I was with to do stupid and dangerous things. Often humiliating them, and me if truth be told. So that the women even began to slow down after the third month. There was even an upswing of broken marriages in the neighbourhood and now many men glared at me with violence in their eye. Arriving home half drunk from a 'fuck' with Connie Young, one of the last women who would still meet with me. I stumbled into my home and tripped over the couch that that not moved in nearly a decade - loudly cursing it for having moved since easier that day. I fell ass over head and hit my forehead on the coffee table. The next minutes were blurred as the lights came on and my mom, dad and my little sister came rushing into the television room to find me sprawled on the floor bleeding profusely from a slash to my forehead. The best light was my parents private bathroom so they half carried me up the stairs, through the long hallway and past their bedroom to sit me on the counter beneath the blinding lights. It was not so drunk as to not feel stupid and like a child. Yet I was drunk enough to think I had cut an eye, as I could not see anything from it, but my mother shushed me, telling me that it was the blood running down my face that was blinding me. I could hear dad mumble something about head wounds bleeding copiously to my mothers question to him about going to the hospital. With my good eye I was looking at my little sister, standing in the doorway with her arms folded over her budding chest in her thin knee-length tee-shirt with her head moving from side to side. Though I may be drunk, I could read my little sister like a book and knew she thought less of me at that moment than at any other time in our shared lives - surprisingly, it mattered to me. From that moment to the time of this story - our relationship had not gotten any better. Dad then mumbled something about reading about head wounds in a health guide, which was stored downstairs in the study, and then telling my sister that all was well and to go back to bed as he guided her of the large bathroom and out of my parents room. This left mother standing before me, whipping the blood from my face with one hand and holding a thick cloth over my wound to stop the bleeding with the other. My eye, the other still blurry from the blood, turned to my mom and I just stared at her. I should be apologizing but the words would not come out - it was the lowest point in my short lift. It was obvious that she was not amused at the situation - the drunkenness, the obvious smell of another woman upon me... hell, probably even the late hour on a work night. Yet something caught my attention and I had to place more focus on discovering what it was in my less than perfect state. It was a smell... and taking a deep inhale, realized it came from the wrist mother held up to my eye. Knowledge hit me harder than the coffee table had done and I must have shown it upon my face as mother froze and we shared a look that was impossible for me to read. That scent - the one on the skin of my anonymous lover, the letter - was the same smell of the rare and expensive organic soap that mother had used for years. The woman in the darkness had used Genie's perfume to mislead me, but as close as I was to her that night, there was no mistaking that faint smell on the smooth hairless skin of her body as well. If I had thought my presumptions outrageous after sobering up, how mother acted next would dispel any doubts. She grabbed my hand and shoved it onto the bandage on my forehead. She then stalked out of there just as dad reentered, mumbling something about 'you made your mother mad son'. Yet it was mothers angry glare, as she paused in the doorway to the bathroom to look at me over her shoulder - dads back turned to her, and it was filled with confusion and fear, the same eyes filled with tears and her face pale in the bathroom light. There was no other reason, that I could conjure up, that mother would look at me in that manner - a look that I had never witnessed with her before. Dad got me bandaged up so that I stumbled to my bed and oblivion - my dreams of the best fuck of my life now having a face. -*- It was the next morning when dad came into my room and sat down heavily on my desk chair across from me. "I think your mother has had enough son." I sat up in bed, still clothed in the dirty soiled teeshirt and jeans from the night before. The dried blood probably having ruined both. "We have known for a long time that you have been... 'spreading your wings' as your grandfather would have said." He shrugged, not able to look at me. "I think it even broke up the friendship between your mother and Genie McCloud a few months back - as it was obvious that you and your mom's best friend were intimate." "Dad...?" He interrupted his voice calm but held a reluctance, "No let me finish Conner. You know your mother son, she has always been a little tightly wound." There had always been playful rumours of mother and Genie acting otherwise - dad was right, she had been nothing if not a prude since I can remember. "The way you have been acting these last months has been an affront to her... us... and we think it best that you get your own place." He cleared his throat and then continued, "I'm sorry for the short notice son - but you know I'll help you with money... whatever... until you get on your feet. But I think this is for the best. And if you want to get back into your mothers good graces, you should start taking stock of your life and give your mom a few months to calm down." His eyes finally rose to look at me and I knew that he had finished what he had come here to say. All I could think of at that moment, is that dad had no idea that his wife had fucked their only son. -*- Weeks turned into months and I cleaned up my act - just as dad suggested. It was not from his talk, nor from the fresh scar on my forehead - but a realization that I was not happy living between the thighs of those other ladies. There was only one woman for me - and I had to face the realization that it was an impossibility that it could ever happen again. Whatever had got into mother to have Gennie arrange the clandestine anonymous meeting would forever be a mystery - I knew. I quickly got a good job, as an apprentice electrician and a single bedroom apartment across town - so I would not need to see the familiar mature female faces staring at me so boldly about my neighbourhood. I even started to date the daughter of my coworker - a girl my own age. She seemed in awe of the knowledge I brought to our coupling - though it was not as pleasurable as the skankiest old slut that Genie would pimp to me. Regardless, she was a fun girl when not in the sack and a truly nice person that seemed to fall head over heels for me. Months after moving out of my parents home - dad called to tell me that his mother and he were breaking up. Something about getting older... their lives going in different directions. The same conversation that half my school chums had probably heard from their separating parents. I had not seen mom since that drunken night in her bathroom when we both looked at the other and knew. She had always been out of the house when I visited my parents home, she even would not pick up the phone if my number was displayed on the display. Dad tried to make up the difference by trying to be my friend those first week - asking me to go golfing with his old cronies, but we both knew we were different sort of people and it did not last. Strangely, my little sister stayed with dad and he kept the house - mom moved out to some apartment that I was never told the location of. I was told by dad that it was an amicable and friendly split and mom just needed 'space to find herself'. Neither of us really knew what the fuck that meant. My sister hated me - openly telling me that it was my fault that our parents were breaking up. We tried to avoid each other. There is little doubt that she knew of my neighbourhood conquests but I had always wondered if she knew about mother and I - so venomous was her hate for me. Once, a week after hearing about my parents split I thought I saw mother sitting alone in a car across from my building as I came home late from work. It was night so I could not be sure - and began to walk across the street wondering if it was she. The woman turned the lights on, immediately blinding me, then started the car and quickly drove away. It was the one year anniversary date to 'that' night that my life would again change. The night, a year ago, that now drew more questions that pleasure-filled thoughts was constantly on my mind. I walked home from the corner where one of my buddies dropped me off after work and I saw that same expensive car seated across from my place. Again it looked to me like mother seated behind the wheel, staring at me. As I approached the car, I half expected it to zoom away as before, but it became apparent that it would not do so this time. I saw my mother sobbing a river of tears while dressed elegantly in a black skirt and a pearl silk blouse a she sat behind the wheel of the silent car. "Mom?" The window was open and and I heard her plainly sob, "I'm so sorry Conner!" She then hid her face in her small hands and sobbed with her body shuddering visibly. I opened the car door and squatted down to wrap my arms about her shoulders, drawing her to me for a firm loving hug. "I'm so sorry!" "Shhh... there is nothing to be sorry about mom." Her crying increased for a full minute at that point before she was calm enough to continue. "What we did...?" "Shhh... thats in the past mom." Mom pulled her head from my shoulder and looked into my eyes with a mysterious fire, "No, its not in the past Conner." Her sobs were almost gone and I thought I knew what she was talking about - that the memories remained, plaguing her with guilt and disgust. Though I could not feel the same way, I was certain of her thoughts on 'that' night. Tenderly one hand came up and she patted my cheek, "I am in love with you Conner." There was a determination in her words as if she were trying to get across a whole book of information in that short sentence. Of course my mother loved me - perhaps even felt sorry for what we had done. Had it been a weak moment that she had had her friend Genie arrange the anonymous meeting with her only son? It was the gap to my knowledge about my own maternal parent - how the woman I knew could have done what she had exactly a year before. Again I looked down at mothers attire - how short the skirt was on her lap, the white nylon covering her shapely thigh, then up to her chest and how two hard points thrust provocatively against the blouse - knowing from experience, and the dark shadow beneath, that she was without any brassiere. It was not over for mother at all - in fact, it was probably because of what happened a year ago that broke up my parents marriage, had drove my mother to distance herself from her eldest child. She had come here not to rebuild her relationship with her estranged child - but for a much more basic reason. My thoughts astounded me - even with the evidence in my arms and seated before me - silent questions screaming in my mind. When my eyes eventually returned to hers she nodded as if to reaffirm my thoughts, to silence the loud questions in my mind. A certain hope was revealed within me - a desperate grasp at the impossible that I had not allowed myself to consider since discovering the truth between us. As if to test my theory, I tentatively dropped one hand to mother's nylon covered thigh and softly slipped it beneath her tight short skirt. I watched her face as she bit her bottom lip, the hope rising within her gaze even as her eyes slowly rolled backward into her head. I came suddenly to the warm smooth flesh of her upper thigh and knew she wore stockings for this special anniversary evening, for me. Her knees gently spread invitingly. My fingers continued upward to find smooth hot flesh of my parent's sex - hairless and already wet and ready for my any wish. Her eyes were again open and wide while also being inviting. I suddenly realized that I was squatting in the open door to mothers expensive car - night broken by the street-lamp directly above us - with my arm half ways up her above the knee skirt. Maybe this was not the place for this, "Perhaps we should go upstairs mom?" My mouth was dry and I thought my words came out more as a mousy squeak rather than a strong-willed horny man - hardly the dominant that I thought myself to be. Her eyes began to water yet again, though in less copious amounts, as her head moved up and down in anxious acceptance. "Oh yes Conner... yes!" A smile broadened on those sexy lips - and I knew that they would match the note I had held secret up in my apartment. I had found the glass slipper after all. --