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.


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