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 Mrs J

   By Rubicon

   (story codes: reluc, Bf, con, humil, voy )

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   My best friend's mom is my mom's best friend, I was 12 when the world
changed for me and Mrs J.

   Mom had friends around to our house all the time, coffee mornings, bake
sales, charity planning, most but not all seemed to me to be pretexts for
wine guzzling where the laughter got louder and louder enough to make your
head hurt and the strange phenomenon of the more they drank the more
invisible I appeared to become.  This is no tale of magic or weird science,
but perceived invisibility had a strong role to play in my coming of age,
or at least fully entering the age of coming.

   I was, I am unconventional; yes unconventional is far better sounding
than twisted little pervert, which of itself isn't the worst thing I have
been called, "you sick little fuck" was a particularly poignant description
I remember fondly, uttered by one of moms friends right before I jacked off
into her face and watched her greedily lick the cum from around her lips as
it ran down her face.

   I suppose from that you might establish this is not a tale of innocence
lost in the conventional sense, there we are again more proof that I am
simply unconventional.

   I don't want to tell you my storey all at once and I don't want to tell
it although it did cross my mind with a chapter for each woman I courted,
seduced, abused or coerced, although that might be an interesting way of
presenting the stories, potential idea for a rewrite.

   I think perhaps its best to cut to the chase, and then allow you to
decide if this is something you want to read more of.

   The last bit of back ground you need to know I suppose ahead of time is
that I matured physically just before my 11th birthday, by matured I don't
mean ball dropping voice breaking hairy chin and loss of all fashion sense,
I mean that's the age when my otherwise dormant penis started to gain a
life of his own, a time when I found the first stirrings of sexual release.
That was all mom's fault too.

   My first orgasm was mom's fault, so in all of these tales I guess we
could lay the blame and responsibility at her door.  NO, she didn't molest
me, I wish, she didn't sit me down and explain how to jerk off what she did
was lend me a contraption that she kept in the wardrobe of her room for
easing her aches and pains, or so she had always led me to believe hen I
had asked what the buzzing sounds were in her room.

   I strained a groin muscle playing football in the yard and she I think
totally innocently at the time offered to lend me the machine for its
original purpose, I somewhat reluctantly sat by the wall socket in my room
running the round vibrating pad up and down my aching inner thigh.

   Not many minutes into this self-administered therapy my little cock was
hard as iron, I had noticed it doing this some mornings and it was not
entirely unpleasant in a can't put words to it aching and longing sort of a
way.

   So, tell me I am a freak to somehow touch my ball sack with the pad, Oh
My God the vibrations shot straight up my cock to the very tip and I am
sure I rolled my eyes back in my head, seconds later I had my shorts off
and I touched my erection right at the bottom with the pad and again the
sensation was out of this world, maybe that's what led to my alien
abduction fantasies!

   I stroked the pad up and down my hard shaft and from know where as I
touched the tip again a huge unstoppable ejaculation fired off from my
virgin cock, I pumped and pumped and pumped the stuff from me I am sure I
could have filled a bucket with the immature sticky fluids I darn nearly
fainted I dropped the vibrator my mom hammered on the door to ask if I was
ok, on that day the thoughts of asking her in to clear up the mess and make
some more never crossed by embarrassed and frightened mind.  I thought I
had somehow broken my cock

   Call me naive but I thought a man peed in a woman to make a baby, sex
education isn't terribly clear before you know what they are talking about,
I always thought that was a strange way to procreate.

   More vibrator tales to come however the point to this story is that I
had awakened the beast that lurks in my pants, and his needs have driven me
ever since.

   When mom had Mrs James around for lunch and alcohol therapy as they
called it, guzzling a bottle of white wine each is hardly therapy but who
cares it changed my life and Mrs James life that one time and here's how.

   Sally James, my mom's best friend usually brought her son and my good
friend Mark around to play, this one day he was at his Dad's Mrs J and
Mark's Dad didn't live together anymore, but it seemed an ok arrangement
Mark used to go to his Dads for weekends and some holidays and always came
back with stories of adventures that made me really envious.

   ROUND 1

   This particular day, Mrs J, Sally visited mom, who knows what the reason
was, grown up stuff that involved quite a few magazines or brochures and I
was left alone to play.  I had a great new radio controlled truck that I
was learning to manoeuvre around the rooms and furniture.  I was being
generally ignored by mom, who had become used to the truck preceding me
everywhere I went.

   Mom and Mrs J, were sat at the kitchen table which was a long wooden
farm house style piece with a dozen chairs and a table cloth which was
unusual but mom was having a dinner party the next day and was already
starting on dressing the table.

   Damn and bless the truck for running out of batteries under the table,
well it stopped there I didn't know why at the time but I crawled under the
table and started to try and work out what was up with it.  No one had seen
or cared that I had gone under cover, literally, frankly it wasn't the
first time that I had been under my mom's or her friends feet chasing a
ball or hiding from a friend in a game of seek or spies, so I guess they
didn't care, or even notice and I didn't think anything of it either at the
time.

   There I am sitting cross legged under the table chairs around me and two
pairs of 30 something legs belonging to mom and Mrs J, from my position I
was almost opposite Mrs J, mom was at the end of the table I think they
were polishing cutlery talking about who cares what laughing and drinking,
and by magic luck Mrs J crossed her legs right as I was looking at them.

   Under her skirt I saw a trace of darker material and I was sure some
white flesh above that, I had not been curious before but my newly awakened
cock was genetically programmed to respond instantly to what appeared to be
random events.

   I edged a little down the table I was so close to Mrs J's legs I could
have reached out and touched them.  I stared, I looked across at moms'
compared them mom had nice enough legs I hadn't thought about them as
anything other than legs before but Mrs J's were long and slender and
covered in a nearly invisible sheen of nylon.  She had mid-size heels on
her feet and her feet were half in and half out of the shoes, I shifted
again still clutching the truck and all of a sudden it made a whir and a
jump and it flew right into her leg.

   If I didn't say shit I must have thought it anyway I jumped up caught
between innocent and embarrassed and hit my head on the table, Mom looked
under the table, Mrs J looked under the table, my red face holding the RC
controller must have been a get out of jail card because they both just
burst in to laughter.

   `Shoot the duck.'

   Mom, was a non swearer.

   Her outburst, triggered by the sudden poltergeist like bang and movement
of the table by my head.  Mom told me to stop messing around Mrs J smiled
and I thought winked maybe just smiled anyway I rubbed my head apologised
and before I knew it they had bobbed back out of sight and resumed their
conversation, I could have had a concussion!

   I heard more wine glugging into glasses, I was still in place, and Mrs J
foot had moved and was trapping the wire aerial of the truck.  I guess I
could and should have just asked her to move her foot and give me my truck
back but perhaps driven by cock brain not human brain I just eased myself
nearer her foot and gave the truck a bit of a tug hoping to free the aerial
and be on my way.

   Instead of the truck coming free Mrs J's foot travelled a guess six
inches towards me still pinning the truck but opening her legs slightly in
the process, I tugged again and another inch or two was gained, and I saw
her skirt easing up her thigh, now Mrs J is a good sport I played often
with her and Mark so I didn't think too much of reaching out for her foot
and trying to free the truck areal more directly, she knew I was there it
was ok wasn't it?

   When I touched her foot my little fingers also touched nylon for the
first time, touched nylon covering the leg of a woman that had make my cock
jump to attention and the touch lit a firework fuse that made a knot in my
stomach, another in my throat and a throb of such intensity in my cock that
I might have pushed out what I now know to be precum right into my shorts.

   Mrs J didn't react, well not to my knowledge the giggling was carrying
on there was talk, I wasn't listening but they didn't seem to care that I
was there and my hand well my fingers just ran slightly up her foot to the
ankle I had something of a light grip on her ankle and I lifted slightly
kind of like a blacksmith lifts a horses hoof to clean it, I think I wanted
just to get the truck free mostly but I was so overcome by the way her foot
rose, how her leg rose to what I was doing and how her skirt tightened
round her thigh a little, the truck was becoming the last thing on my mind.

   Instead of moving the aerial out I moved the truck under her foot, I
don't know why, instinct I would call it, a test maybe in hind sight it was
a good one, because she left her foot there, the noises from above the
table were slightly one sided if I think about it, my mom hogging more and
more of the conversation, nothing so unusual to be fair I guess.  Anyways
Mrs J left her foot on the truck and left me with a view straight up the
gap between her thigh and the chair.  Now this was interesting why? 
Because now I was like a ball of tension, my voyeuristic staring up the
exposed thigh was so clearly wrong and yet so compelling and entirely the
source of the almost painful erection that was threatening to soak my
shorts and sooner rather than later.

   I didn't move, how long?  I don't know but she didn't move either and
she certainly knew I was there, the truck was facing at a right angle to
her foot, and before you could say Christmas I was out from under the table
and off to fetch my remote, I guess I was scared of going too far but I was
equally scarred not to try and capitalize on this situation.

   `You ok dear?  Need any juice?  your unusually quiet!'

   Blushing and turning, I looked past mom to the bushing Mrs J.

   I croaked out an answer.

   `Ah no mom, I'm good just playing with my truck learning to park for
when I get a garage of my own.'

   `OK then but no bashing the furniture or going crazy.'

   `OK mom, just some parking practice ok, nothing dangerous.`

   Motherly concern and duties satisfied I saw her pouring wine into their
glasses and before you know it, I am forgotten and as casually as I could,
I quietly crept back under the table taking up a front row seat, best seat
in the house in fact, opposite Mrs J's knees.  After a huge deep breath I
pushed the joystick lever on my remote and the trick strained to move Mrs
J's leg was too heavy the wheels buzzed and shook but the truck didn't
move, clearly stuck it was my obvious duty to deal with the situation as
owner and driver of the vehicle.  I put aside the controller and bent
forward eyes flicking from the still arousing sight of Mrs J's nylon clad
thigh to the trapped to truck weighed down by the giants legs that was its
current burden.

   My little fingers again tentatively approached the ankle of Mrs J, a new
and cock throbbing excitement happened when I did it, grasping her ankle
and not finding any signs of resistance I lifted she allowed the weight on
my truck to lessen, I pushed sideways, the truck moved, her leg moved, her
legs parted and my cock grew another half inch and god knows what my blood
pressure must have read right then.  I had just opened Mrs J's legs, there
were new gaps to look at, I rested her leg on the truck again it stayed
there, Holy Mother my erection was fighting al the laws of gravity and
tailoring to get free of my shorts.  I moved to a new vantage spot I was
literally inches away from her knees when I looked up the newly opened
channel between her legs.

   I could see new exciting things, both her inner thighs in deep shadow
and a darkening of the nylon and possibly even a pattern strangely up her
thigh hidden from view.  Why would they put a pattern where no one could
see it seemed strange back then, and as I shifted my eager and body I was
looking directly up the skirt of a woman for purely sexual reasons for the
first time in my life.  I could kid myself that I could see her panties but
her thighs came together so it wasn't that clear, I rubbed my cock through
the short as I looked, I could help myself there was only one place that my
hand needed to be right at that moment and it was comforting my boner.

   Time passed fast and slowly I can remember the events like a film
captured for life to repay and enjoy but for how long I kept staring and
rubbing thinking and planning worrying about being called out and weighing
up the moves and the likely punishments, well I don't know.  What I did
know is I needed, not wanted needed craved with all my should a better
look. There were a number of problems, her skirt had become tight and it
was preventing her legs from moving further apart, and as light fell in the
world at large the table cloth was preventing the view I wanted so badly
from getting any clearer.

   Again I flew out from the table, looking back I was risking such a great
view for a better one, a gambling habit that was and is still present, the
urge to draw not pass, the willingness to go all in and seize the pot.

   Mom and Mrs J didn't really acknowledge my presence, they had some
magazines on the table and the wine bottle was up turned in the bucket I
was praying that they wouldn't want to move to another room which was sort
of inevitable really but when your luck is holding play on right?  Damn
right!

   I ran to my room, returning with a play box, contents: 1 plastic parking
garage, about 6 inches high and 9 or so long kind of a cross between a car
wash and a tyre and lube joint, ok that's not important; 1 night time flash
light a present from my grandparents and used until now to explore the
barns at their home and my cock under the covers of my bed clothes at
night; 1 hand me down iPhone mostly used for gaming on car journeys but I
had a flair for photography and journaling and I figured this was one
adventure that I would want more than a stained pair of shorts to remember
it by if possible.

   Returning to the kitchen perverted plans fighting for precedence in my
thoughts I was struck by inspiration, I could barely look at Mrs J as I
brushed past my mom and from the wine cooler I so slavishly gallant pulled
a bottle of random wine, passing it to my mom smiling like a cherub and
getting a hair ruffle

   `We really shouldn't have another.'

   The comment from mom, a huge disappointment for me to hear.  Mrs J
remained silent, blushing I think her blouse looked tight, she didn't have
big breasts like my mom, but the gap between her shoulders was I think
pretty flushed.

   Music to my ears.

   `Oh go on Susan one more then no more.'

   The satisfying glug glug glug of a seriously large measure making its
way courtesy of my mom into the glasses.

   I managed not to dive under the table for what must have been genuine
seconds, not for Mrs J's benefit but to ensure mom was not about to ruin
all my scheming plans.

   `Can I get you anything else mom?  Mrs J?'

   God I was a little creeper!

   `No thanks sweetheart' from my mom.

   'I'm good thanks honey' barely audible, from the delectable Mrs J.

   Mom nearly killed the buzz.

   `What's wrong Sally?'

   `No, no nothing maybe the wine catching me off guard, so what about the
yellow one.'

   A great recovery that was I am sure laced with truth.  I could give a
shit what the yellow one might me all I know is with a clink of newly
charged glasses I was back in business and I had cars to garage!

   I re-entered the slightly gloomy depths of the table tented garage den I
was equipping tugging the play box behind me and I was once again nestled
at the feet of Mrs J, I glanced at my mom's legs, yeah nice but way too far
off bounds for any further thought today.  I carefully liberated my tools
setting the flash light and iPhone aside and lifting the garage which I
placed at the tip of Mrs J's floor bound foot, I took the time to admire
Mrs J's legs again, her pumps were what I now know to be medium size heels,
her claves were long and willowy not think but slender for sure, the nylon
seems to cling like a second skin as it went ceaselessly around her exposed
knees and up inside the skirt to end who knows how with that curious darker
area just out of sight.  I had seen pantyhose before, mom wore them and the
washing line was often sporting a couple of pairs so I knew broadly what
was to expect as I attempted to trace the source of Mrs J's ability to
trigger a painful erection.

   Talking of erections mine was still very much a feature of my moment, I
wondered if Mrs J had noticed, if she had she sure didn't make it plain, so
far as I knew, would she blush like that knowing I was stiff for her or
just because she had maybe inadvertently let me play too much with her leg,
or was I fantasizing and projecting on her what from her point of view had
been innocent cooperation with a best friends childish games.

   Big breath time, carpe diem time, seize the moment could have been
coined for just this sort of occasion, my fingers pushed the little toy
garage towards her toe, it bumped her foot.  She would know I was there she
had a chance to react to move her leg, she hadn't moved the one I placed on
the truck and I never gave a thought to how weird it was for her to have
left it there, or how uncomfortable it must have been for her to have left
it there.  I would learn later in life, not too much later to be fair, that
uncomfortable for some women is a very desirable state, but for that moment
I had the boyish ignorance that grows into perverted kinkiness later.

   I followed up the lack of reaction from Mrs J with a hand around this as
yet untouched prize, and again gently started to lift as if ready to back
off in a hurry at the first sign of resistance, there was none her leg
seems to come off the floor as if weightless, and after lifting it for a
good 9 inches I nudged the garage under her foot and placed it safely on
the roof, as luck would have it both the truck and the garage were roughly
the same size and Mrs J now sat, probably very awkwardly with both feet
elevated I had a far better view up her skirt and indeed there seemed to be
a number of curiosities to untangle.  My hard on was back to painful
fullness and it was at times intruding on my plans, it seemed to be
satisfied with the present dhow and demanding relief in the usual night
time fashion.

   My brain was having none of it, I, we had plans and this show was only
in the first act of the pilot, I had enough thoughts to fill a full season
and then some, what next, I was planning to look up her skirt with the
flash light, but the thought struck me what if they saw the light I didn't
want mom ducking under the table and seeing me with my head between her
friends legs her feet suspended like some surreal gyno exam on a truck and
a toy garage with a 13 year old pervert giving her a pelvic exam under the
cover of darkness with a camping flashlight to guide the proceedings.  Oh
My God, no that would be a catastrophic end to the plans, the flash light
would have to wait, the iPhone suddenly also seemed pretty useless there
was not enough light surely not enough to prevent the flash going off, same
potentially disastrous result, never mind, sometimes you have to wing it go
with the moment change path and that's how my hands first came to touch the
outside of both of Mrs J's ankles simultaneously.

   I felt her flinch, the first human reaction to my thus far seemingly
ignored and accepted actions, what that a problem?  I let my hands rest
there a fraction of a second, I have no idea what God gave me the courage,
then I took my hands away and watched, that was the time that she could
have so easily called an end to my fun and games, saved herself years of
humiliation at my behest, she could have made her escape by virtue of
needing a toilet break, she could have made her escape by proposing that
mom and she went to the living room and end game of all end games she could
have manufactured a hundred excuses for going home.

   Yet she stayed.  Yet she stayed and didn't move, aside from the
flinching she stayed exactly as I had positioned her.  I reached out again,
same plan both hands fingers at the ankles, outer calf.  I felt rather than
saw her tense, I don't think I figured out that it was sexual tension in
her body I would discover the workings of the female, largely from Mrs J as
the subject over the months and years ahead but for now, for right then
right there her not kicking me in the teeth and literally legging it away
was a pretty damn fine bonus and the right to take on round two.



   ROUND 2



   Can I describe the feel of a sheer low denier stocking, yes its utterly
enchanting, its better than a naked leg and a naked leg is pretty fine in
my book much I suspect as it is in yours, I somehow find the balls, yes my
throbbing desperate to empty throbbing balls to tighten my grip I curled my
fingers finding the contours of her shapely ankles and I leant forward and
let my hands slip around them as if assessing fir any differences between
one and the other, still she didn't move, I had Mrs J right in front of me
legs up and my hands around her ankles, what could I do, what would you do?
well I pulled I pulled one arms force against the other opening her legs a
fraction I felt the movement, but so little movement she was drawing a
line, then it flashed into my brain.

   It's HER SKIRT!

   Her legs were held firm by the tight bond now created by her skirt! 
Shit I remembers that I had already discovered that to an extent.  Shit,
shit and shit fuck again, think!  Think!

   My fingers traced and re traced her ankles almost a doodle of caresses
to remind us both of our mutual connection, I thought I sensed perhaps, and
I moved, I slowly, carefully, ready to run moved my fingers up and around,
I made it one, two, three inches up her legs my fingers caressing the nylon
clad calf of my mom's olds bestest friend and she didn't move, I went up
further inch by careful inch feeling and fantasizing and watching my
fingers white against the dark nylon as they travelled up to the very joint
of her knees, nothing no resistance.  In the absence of resistance there is
acceptance, I didn't rationalise it I was taking it slow, how the hell I
would know that that patience would serve me and my future subs well and
pass off as foreplay for the rest.  Who the fuck care, she didn't move and
I had both hands on a woman what was giving me the biggest hardest most
uncomfortably wonderful erection of my life.

   The journey upwards was thwarted not by Mrs J running away, not by an
intervention by my mom but by the front of the chair upon which slightly
elevated Mrs J was seated.  The only way it turns out isn't up, in this
case its around and slowly surely my hands slid caressingly around her legs
over her knee caps and omg yes onto her thighs fingers touching the taught
hem of the skirt that was now preventing my and as it happens her pleasure
from peaking further.

   I couldn't believe that I had run my hands up this lovely woman's legs,
even more so I couldn't believe she had let me, instinct I guess when you
can't go up?  Go down!  And I continued what was ironically like a mini
round the world down her inner calves until I rested once more at the
ankles that had been my precious wonderful starting point.

   What the hell this was too boning good to stop, and I made another trip,
over her instep, up the outer calf, around the knee and lower thigh and
down again, caressing and feeling the smooth contrasts of muscle and bone,
building myself a mental map that was as detailed to me as any CAT scanner
would ever be able to capture in fact more so I mapped the terrain of her
legs a third and a fourth time until on that fourth time I felt a quiver
her legs shook it was a muscle spasm I felt it like goose bumps coming and
going or the tingle of a dead arm than rocks your senses and makes your leg
or arm twitch.

   Come on I was young I didn't know I had just made her so aroused that
she was on the verge of orgasm, I didn't know that she had clenched her
pelvic muscles so hard that her body shook.  I will tell you something
though my cock was leaking I could actually fee the wetness that had slowly
and steadily been seeping from my cock, pre cum but a fine steady stream
sticky wet and now really once I came aware of it embarrassing and
encouraging and slightly satisfying.

   ROUND 3

   What is it that spurs people on in their endeavours, what is it that
defines humanities relentless march of progress, well in my case right
there right then it was the need to overcome every obstacle in my path, a
path I admit that could and did lead to unimaginable places but my
willingness to forge ahead to improvise and to overcome would lead me to
break countless self and pre imposed limits over the years.

   My hands rose again she knew the drill up the outside over the knees
down the inner calves and repeat

   `What's up'

   I heard my mom say it, she said it because just previously I heard Mrs J
gasp more like a squeak.

   `Swallowed some air'

   I heard her croak, frigging incredible timing I think, because that time
my hands didn't complete their repeated journey, no Sir they didn't as I
reached the knees on that lap of leg tracing my fingers strayed a little
further and caught the hem of her skirt a little deeper than before, and as
I felt the material give a little I pushed up and in boy beats tailoring
her whole skirt moved in a sudden defeat that required withdraw and my
fingers gained at least two may be three inches of thigh, I was gaining
ground like a super bowl team does in a landslide.  In one tiny moment the
world changed yet again.  I was bent forward, my hands were now on top of
her thighs under the skirt for sure but the skirt had given way I had
pushed it up and, flash of lightning clap of thunder I felt her legs move
aside a little further than they had before.

   Raucous giggling from mom.

   'You need more practice' and the glugging of what had to be the rest of
the second bottle of wine.

   I was rewrded over and over for as my heart slowed enough to leave my
mouth I could see what appeared to be a dark black yet patterned strip of
lace appear on the part of Mrs J's inner thing that I could see clearly
from my intimate and close range vantage point.

   I assessed, I must be a natural because I know it didn't take long, the
skirt was the key it had to be dealt with, the table cloth was a shield not
only for me but for Mrs J I was as hidden from her as I was from mom and
she was as hidden from the outside world as a person in a tent is to
passers-by.  Oh yes, if I was allowed to peruse my goal secrecy was for the
moment guaranteed.  My fingers pushed thumbs curled and my flat hand
smoothing approach was now ready to be replaced if only Mrs J will allow it
with a fully gripped hem and a will to yank the fucker right up to her
hips. OK, I couldn't get it that high not today not now but I could get to
my person al ten yard line.  I pushed the skirt gave more nylon became
nylon and lace I was transfixed.

   The black lace covering the elasticated tops of her thigh high stockings
was enchanting I pushed more like unwrapping the most wonderful Birthday
present and, I don't know maybe this was the first time I made a really
assertive move rather than tentative, but I shoved that hem so firmly that
the lower part that was lightly wedged under her thighs gave way and helped
form a perfect ring just above her milk white thighs.  Oh my Dear God who
shall be praised for ever for making women's bodies the most perfect
eternal turn on.  Mrs J was not wearing pantyhose, and I was now leaning on
looking at two slender thighs covered in sheer black see through nylon clad
in the most intricate elasticated lace hold up band and capped as if that
its self were not good enough with what looked like the softest whitest
most delicate flesh I had ever seen.  My hands had to, I had to

   So I did, I had the balls, I really did, I moved by hands tracing the
flesh of her upper thighs around as far as I could over the elastic and
lace and then to touch the softness she shivered again I saw it in the
darkening gloom that the table had I saw her shiver, I could barely see her
panties an impression the shaddow of the bunched up skirt so cooperative in
revealing so much of her legs served now to shield in deep shaddow the next
goal of my desires, her panties.

   First things first, I caressed her thighs again, and again for good
measure, if I died that night or never touched a woman again in my life I
wanted to be able to take the sense and awe and delight to my grave, my
little hands smoothed and caressed a final time before I returned to my
original position, kneeling between a woman's legs, something I was to
become ohh so familiar with and not just my adorable Mrs J.  My life had
turned inside an hour to one of big decisions, grown up decisions, sexual
decisions, I wanted to see her panties, no, I needed desperately to see her
panties and there was only one way that was going to happen.

   My hands again touched her, I reached forward to the ankle I had first
touched minutes and a life time ago and I once again pushed and free of the
bondage of her once tight skirt her leg moved effortlessly to the side, I
gasped, shit fuck I nearly put my head through the table as I bounced up
after gasping at the first sight of her panties.

   `Are you all right baby' ?

   Oh My God; don't look, don't look, don't look, I fled from cover rubbing
my head, making it as obvious as I could that I had hit it and that was all
that was going on.

   `I'm fine mom, just searching for my spare wheel it rolled off when I
was doing a pit stop'

   My blush was every both as deep as Mrs J's.

   `He's fine Sarah'

   Words that sure were not as clean and refined as earlier that evening,
leave him be he's the most well behaved young man of anyone I know, here
top ups, oppps mad over board man over board' she said waving the empty
bottle at my mother.

   `Sally, you sure are packing it in tonight, you want to stay over Hun?'

   I leapt, positively leapt towards the cooler, and before mom could
object I slapped the new bottle in front if her and retreated with the
empty.  Damned if I was going lose my prize.

   `There ya go mom.'

   `Yeay I see my wheel.'

   Running to the wall and retrieving a wheel that has nothing to do with
anything other than a hastily fashioned excuse that seems to have been a
get out of jail free card.

   Would Mrs J have come to her senses?, if I returned would I find my hard
won ground lost?, I had to know, I forced myself to carefully make playing
noises -

   `All crew let's get these wheels changed asap.'

   `Drivers report to your vehicles.'

   By the time I got that charade out of the way I had returned to the
scene of, of what the victory?  Crime?

   Mrs J was as left her, as far as I could tell she was, and my first task
was obvious that garage had to be relocated!  I bent to my task taking her
ankle a procedure which by now she should have been familiar, if only I had
known the embarrassment and humiliation I was causing, maybe it's a good
job I didn't, not sure I could have coped with such adult themes, not
without spunking my shorts up big time.  Mind you if only I had known the
arousal I was causing I might not have gone so slow!

   I pushed Mrs J's other foot and her legs were truly wide not gyno wide
but wide enough or me to kneel fully between her legs with my shoulders
barely touching her knees, I could see right up the channel her thighs
created to the white cotton panties that we stretched but not as tight as I
now know I would have liked to see them, hey, I'm first timer give me a
break!  Her white thighs were spread enough for me to be able to see some
hairs poking out from the each of the hems around her leg, I could make out
some of the contours of her pussy not enough to satisfy my curiosity of
course.

   The skirt all messed up and pushed into a shield like a cheap soft top
sun roof still shielded the view, but hell I shouldn't have any view so
this was still pretty awesome.  I wanted to touch her, but more than that I
wanted a lasting memory, mom scrapped her chair giggling.

   `Oppppseeeey.'

   I found out that having a super hard erection and wanting to fill your
pants are not compatible or nice, mom left the table murmuring

   `Pee pee time' and giggling like she was like 16 as she left the room.

   I felt that I was alone with Mrs J for the first time but not anywhere
ready to pop my head up and say hi, that said my mom going and Mrs J making
no obvious signs of dealing with her predicament gave me a pretty big boost
of courage.  I grabbed the iPhone and not caring about the flash problem
snapped a shot looking straight up the channel made by her open legs and in
the split second that the flash did its work I caught a full on glimpse of
her illuminated crotch, I touched the screen again and a second flash took
a backup picture my hand went to her thigh and I moved it, it didn't really
move much but I was about to blow the head off my cock from feeling her
thigh as I held it there and took a clumsy third snap holding the camera at
arm's length capturing her panties full frame.  This time holding her I
felt her body tense she could see the flash under the table she literally
seemed to explode as the iPhone flash sparked its presence.

   I was scarred, yes, of course horny as hell, I have talked to so many
men that now envy my ability to be aroused and hard for hours while
enjoying my kinks with women that come ten times I the same day, lucky me
same result ten times the fun, but mom would be back any second in that
here and now and I wanted a wank more than a spanking for sure!  I pocketed
the iPhone and with ears alert I leaned forward hands on both of Mrs J's
thighs and m face went as close to her pussy as I could reach and I
breathed in her scent.  I smelled her, oh my God in heaven I smelled Mrs J,
my face was so close, I felt the heat of her on my cheeks and she smelled
of a sweet, dense, herby, grassy how can you start to describe it
gorgeousness, if I had any thought of eating her, tasting her burying
myself in her it was instinct not imagination.  I wanted to be nestled into
hr so bad, it was primal, I never had an urge to do anything so strongly,
impossibly strong, and then it was done.

   It was so simple just bend forward, I felt the heat of her thighs I felt
the nylon brushing one then both cheeks, I lifted my head as I lowered as
if my eyes were locked and loaded on the target of my newly found desires.
Her panties were literally a few inches unreachable inches just the other
side of the table cloth that was disguising my, our dance.  I could see I
could smell the musky womanly presence of my Mrs J.  Her panties looked so
good even in shadows I could see so clearly the few wayward long reddish
brown hairs that looked like miniature ropes holding the tent of her
panties in place.  I knew even if I didn't know how that one day maybe not
today I would see, touch, smell, caress, eat the treasures that thin cotton
barrier was hiding.

   My ears were between Mrs J's thighs and as my unstoppable urge began and
became obvious Mrs J seemed to both tense and relax her legs making my
nuzzling face's journey a sweet dream a sweet wet dream because my mom
returned I heard the door, Mrs J clenched her thighs as mom same to the
table, to keep me there?  To keep me quiet?  From panic of discovery?  Who
the hell knows or cares it was my time to spasm, I convulsively shook as
the first long held back eruption of my ejaculation hit the inside of my
shorts.

   She, Mrs J must have known, she kept her thighs clenched around my face,
not tight, reassuring protective, secretive, conspiratorial, and plain
wonderful.  Her heat and her scent, the scent of sex masking the scents of
bathing and daily perspiration and whatever secretions she had been making
and enduring for the past what 45 minutes an hour, how long had I captured
and captivated her?  I was becoming lost my cock I swear was bucking like a
stallion at a rodeo restrained for too long eager to get its freedom and
demonstrate its life force.  My back arched as if thrusting into an
invisible vagina instinct not teaching, animal driven, DNA inspired dry
hump into the void between her legs, my body automatically trying to get
the life bearing cum deeper and deeper.

   Atomic, the gushing release of my orgasm was atomic it blew through my
whole body the pressure of it jetting into my shorts was such a relief and
a joy and a sadness it was emotionally and physically both pinnacle of
ecstasy and depths of despair, a second spasm and punching jet of fluids
followed so fast it was an extension of the first, Mrs J's thighs were
responding squeezing gently caressing my head as I lifted it in my ecstasy.
Three, four uncontrollable eye watering expulsions of hot cum my shorts
drenched, already feeling it spreading and running everywhere.  Thank God I
didn't cry out, I don't cry out, I rarely cry out but oh my God I can cum
and I did, for her for me for humanity I emptied my load into my shorts and
I cold wee from the post orgasmic release of tension, I may not have cum of
age but I evolved in that moment.

   As I finished Cumming and surviving the close to ecstatic black out that
all the tension had created my body relaxed and Mrs J's thighs that had
caressed me through my first orgasm with another person mirrored my release
and relaxed as well.  I knew our time was done, I don't think on that
occasion I was ready for anything more, I was done, I gently slipped away
from her embrace, I didn't pull her skirt back, instinct?  Male ignorance?
the birth of a mind and body the revelled in consensual humiliation who
gives a damn, I grabbed my garage, my truck her legs released them without
fuss or delay, I was done she knew we were done, at least for the moment,
did she think I would be cack for more, could she ever look at me again?  I
had a secret now, I had several secrets, and I had my iPhone and my flash
light and I ever so quietly scuttled from the danger zone, barely seeing
out of the corner of my eye Mrs J's skirt being fixed her stance so long
trapped, changing, her own chair scraping as she stood, her ordeal, her
defeat, her victory, her pleasure over, at least for that moment.

   `Could murder a coffee, and a pee!'

   I heard her speak; husky different, I heard mom,

   `Sure, sure I'll get the water on, shall I nuke a pizza?  I think I need
something.'

   I heard her chair scrape too, footsteps, diversions I would make my
escape and clean myself up.  Oh my God when I moved the sticky wetness
seemed to be everywhere, this was not good, I edged around the table, moms
back turned I abandoned the toys and scurried away running to my room
holding my crotch like I was in pain but all I could think of was to keep
the cum juices I had made hidden.
PROLOGUE:

   In the safety of my room I made a damage assessment.  My pants looked
like someone had cracked an egg underneath the material right where my
crotch was, and the resulting goo was soaking through, I peeled them off my
shirts were covered it looked like a soda can had popped and sprayed after
a good shaking there was cum on my thighs some sticky some drying and
forming a second skin, the juices were cold unwanted now a nuisance, I tore
the pants off throwing them under the bed, I almost ripped my shorts away
they were useless at wiping already sodden I felt my balls and cock sticky
covered in the juices that were trapped by my unplanned ejaculation.

   After cleaning up, was that the first time I had gone to the bath room
without a being told to by mom, it was a day of firsts!  I checked my
iPhone to see that the pictures I had taken were ok, later I would jerk off
to them but for now they were safe and I needed time to think relive,
understand my new body the body that got a raging hard on seconds after
thinking of any image from my encounter with Mrs J.

   As you may imagine this was as I said a first, but only the first of
many firsts which at that point I could not imagine would unfold, with Mrs
J and others, those tales are for another time.