From: an338404@anon.penet.fi (Opie1Canoli)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.intergen,alt.sex.stories
Subject: Fucking My Best Friend's Mother
Date: Sat, 03 Aug 1996 17:15:26 GMT

			 Best Friend's Mother

	Stevie and I were best friends growing up. We were pals, but
one of the main reasons I hung out with him so much was because of his
mother, Margie. Margie was 26 years older than I was, but I was in
love with her from the day I first met her. She was tall - about 5'7 -
with long, slender sexy legs. Her hair was always bleached blond, kept
fairly short and always perfect. She had beautiful green eyes and
those wonderful tits! Ah, those wonderful tits! They weren't huge, but
they seemed so perfect to a young boy of 15. Every time I would be at
Stevie's house, I would ogle Margie, hoping not to be seen by her (or
anyone else).

	Stevie and I did a lot together, like most young kids. As we
reached puberty, we talked a lot about sex and jerking off. One day we
were up in his room and we started to play with one another. We both
had hard ons and I took Stevie's dick in my hand and jerked him off.
He came in just a few seconds. It felt kind of weird doing it, but it
was strangely enjoyable. After all, it was something different than
jerking off (which I did quite frequently). I even sucked his cock one
time, but let it go just before he came. he loved it and I must admit,
I kind of liked the feeling of sucking dick. Now, I wasn't gay and
never "turned" gay. It was just a nice sexual experience for a kid
growing up. What I really wanted to do was to fuck his mother.

	Margie really turned me on and I jerked off thinking about her
many, many times. Once, while Stevie went to take a leak, I went into
her bathroom (I told her I had to go, too, so she said to use it). I
flipped open the hamper with her dirty clothes and pulled out a pair
of panties. I sniffed them and could smell her pussy all over them. I
stuffed them in my pants and, when I got home that day, jerked off
while I sniffed her panties. It was one of the great treasures of my
life.

	I guess Margie realized that I was hot for her, because all of
a sudden it seemed as if she were TRYING to let me catch a glimpse of
some private part of her. We were sitting in the kitchen one time,
Margie was wearing just one of those house dresses and working in the
kitchen. She dropped something, bent down in front of me to pick it up
and when she did, I could a great shot of her tits beneath her dress.
As she arose, she looked me straight in the eyes, knowing that I had
just seen her tits and she just smiled. I was embarrassed, but managed
to smile back at her.

	I had overheard her talking to my mother about their sex lives
and remember Margie telling my mom that she hardly ever had sex with
her husband anymore. She said she was getting pretty horny and had
bought a dildo. They laughed and I ran to ask a friend of mine what a
dildo was. I thought to myself, "Wow, I could give her something
better than a dildo!"

	There were a few more episodes with Margie when I saw either
her tits or a quick glimpse of some pussy hair. We were sitting in
their den one time (Me and Stevie). Margie walked in. She was wearing
this white blouse and a fairly short skirt with stockings. her legs
looked so hot, I got a hard on right away. She sat down across from me
and next to Stevie. We chatted a little bit and then she did it. I
swear she did it for me. She crossed her legs and as she did, her
skirt lifted high enough for me to catch a little pussy shot of her. I
could see her panties and a little hair sticking out from underneath.
She saw me staring and smiled back at me again. She asked Stevie to go
get her a drink and when he got up she looked at me and, I'll never
forget her words, she said to me. "You know, you are turning into
quite a handsome young men. Very sexy, too." She smiled and laughed. I
blushed and thanked her. I wondered if she could see that I had a huge
hard on. She asked if I wanted to spend the night at their house. Her
husband was out of town and she said that Stevie AND her would love to
have me stay over. I said sure. She said she would call my mom and ask
her if it was okay. I wondered if she had had some reason for asking
me to stay. I fantasized that she would lure me to her bed and let me
fuck her all night.

	We talked a little more before Stevie came back in. She asked
if I had a girlfriend and I told her no. "Young, virile boys like you
should be going out with girls, don't you think?" She smiled ever so
coyly. I agreed with her but told her that I hadn't met anyone. I got
a little bold and told her that I liked older women because they
seemed so much more mature. She grinned as I said that and replied,
"Oh, really? How much older?" She seemed very interested in my reply,
but before I could, Stevie was back in the room with her drink and she
said, "We'll talk more later." She got up, took her drink, told Stevie
that I was sleeping over and that I could sleep in the guest room.
Stevie was happy and we took off and played some games together.

	Now the way the house was set up, there were 2 floors.
Stevie's room was on the second floor and the guest room was on the
first... so was Margie's bedroom. There was room in Stevie's room for
both of us, but Margie had said I could sleep in the guest room. She
explained to Stevie that I probably wanted a room to myself and I'd be
more comfortable there. We all agreed, though I was thinking that
maybe Margie really DID have some plans for me that evening. I
couldn't wait to go to sleep.

	Margie cooked us dinner - spaghetti and meatballs, my
favorite. Off and on through dinner I would sneak a peek at her,
lustfully, and she would catch my glimpse and return it. Once she
winked at me and smiled. I nearly came in my pants. Being 15 years
old, it was difficult to determine if she were making sexual glances
or just being friendly, which she always was. I wondered if I was
reading something into her smiles that just wasn't there. Stevie and I
played out in the yard after dinner and, finally, it was time to get
ready for bed. Stevie and I went to his room for awhile. I think he
wanted me to jerk him off, but I acted as if I were tired and told him
no. We said goodnight and I went downstairs. Margie was still up and
she was sitting in the den watching TV. "Going to bed?" she asked me.
She looked so good sitting there, her hair perfect, her legs long and
sexy. "I guess so," I answered, hoping she would ask me to stay. She
did. "Wanna watch some TV?" She patted her hand on the sofa next to
her and motioned me to sit down and join her. I didn't have to be
asked twice. Now I was wearing my pajamas and if I was to get a hard
on, there was little I could do to not let it be seen. I tried my
hardest, no pun intended.

	I sat there, a little uneasy, watching some program on TV.
Margie lit up a cigarette and started to puff away as she watched. I
was more interested in her than the TV. I shot an occasional glance
her way and she would smile sweetly at me. I still couldn't read her
signs, so I just bided my time.

	She finished her cigarette and stood up, straightening out her
skirt which had ridden up a little revealing a little more of her
thigh to me. I looked longingly at her legs. They were gorgeous. "I'm
going to hop in the shower. You just stay here and watch some TV,
okay, sweetie?" She announced. I loved the way she called me sweetie.
"Make yourself comfortable." She turned, and walked towards her room,
which was in direct view of my seat in the den. I watched her walk
away, her ass swaying as she walked. I wondered if she was swaying
that pretty ass for me. She disappeared inside the room, but,
incredibly, she didn't close the door completely. Now I know she knew
that I could see inside of her room from where I sat. I forgot about
the TV and stared into the room, wondering if I would get a glimpse of
Margie as she undressed and took a shower. My patience was rewarded
soon after.

	First, all I saw was her blouse tossed on the bed, then her
bra, then her skirt and finally, those sexy, pink panties she had on.
The panties missed the bed and fell to the floor. I knew she was now
totally naked and I figured she would jump in the shower and I would
never get to see her nude. Boy, was I wrong! My hand was on my cock,
my hard, throbbing cock, when she passed in front of the open door. It
was just for a moment as she walked to the other side of the room
where she apparently had her towel. She never looked my way and I
wondered if she knew that I had seen her. She must have, I thought.
She knew I could see in there. I waited for what seemed like an
eternity until she crossed over the room once again to the bathroom.
This time, she stopped, right in full view of my probing eyes. Her
back was to me and I could see her ass fully. She had a beautiful ass.
She put her hand over one cheek and rubbed her ass as I watched, eyes
fixed on her. She bent down to pick up the fallen panties and I could
see her tits swaying as she picked them up. Her tits were beautiful
from what I could see and I was totally entranced by this gorgeous
woman.It was then, as I was totally fixed on her, that she turned
around towards me.

	She stood up, holding her panties in her hand. I could see her
bush completely, her tits completely, her whole naked body completely.
My jaw dropped and my eyes must have been bulging from their sockets.
She just stood there as if she were watching my reaction. I was both
embarrassed and enchanted. She made no attempt to cover herself up or
to move away, she just stood there for a moment allowing me to take in
that wonderfully sexy 40 year old body. My dick was ready to fall off
as I stared at her. I had never seen a real naked woman before and
this was everything and more that I had hoped it would be.

	I'm sure it was only a couple of seconds that she stood there,
but it seemed like an eternity and I burned that view into my mind
forever. If this were all I would ever get from Margie, I said to
myself that it would be enough, but it really wasn't and, thank
goodness, it wasn't all I would get. She gave me a broad, toothy
smile, looked me directly in my eyes and turned away from the door and
headed to the shower. Unfortunately, one good look at her was all I
would get... at least THAT night.

	I kept one eye on the TV and one on the door, waiting for
another glimpse of Margie, but there was to be none. She finished her
shower, got into her nightgown (which wasn't sheer) and came out to
the den, where I was still sitting. She smiled at me knowingly, but
not saying anything about what had happened. "I'm going to sleep," she
yawned. She walked towards me as if she wanted to hug me goodnight, so
I obliged her. She pressed her arms around me, leaned over and kissed
me on the cheek. "Goodnight," she whispered in what I made out to be
a very loving tone. "Good night, Mrs. Krown." She headed off to the
bedroom, closed the door and that was all I saw of her that night.
Eventually, I got to sleep after much thinking about what had
happened. Of course, I had to jerk off with the vision of her naked
body fresh in my mind.

	The next couple of weeks were filled with secret glances and
secret smiles whenever I would see her, which was as often as I could.
Later on I would realize that what had happened was a test. She wanted
to see if I would say anything to either her, Stevie or my mother,
which, of course, I never did. Several weeks later I would be rewarded
for my ability to keep a secret.

	My parents had been planning a trip for quite some time and we
made arrangements for me to spend the 4 days they would be away at
Stevie's house. it seemed like forever waiting for those 4 days, but
they finally arrived. Stevie's dad was in show business and he was
often away. I hoped he would be gone for those 4 days. he was home the
first night, but would be leaving the next day. That first night, I
slept in Stevie's room. Stevie, it appeared, was becoming
increasingly interested in fucking other guys. As it turned out in
later years, Stevie was gay, and still is today. We are still friends,
but being gay is not my thing, so we really haven't been close in a
long, long time. Anyway, we were up in his room, playing with our
passion as 15 year old boys - baseball cards. It was almost 11 o'clock
and we decided to get undressed and get to bed. We were both in our
underwear and I could see Stevie had a hard on. "Let's fool around,
David." I really wasn't interested, I was more involved thinking about
his mother. he came over to my bed and sat down beside me, putting his
hand on my cock. I let him slip his hand inside my underwear and he
began stroking my cock. He slipped off his underwear and I grabbed his
and we jerked each other off. But that wasn't going to be enough for
Stevie that night. He lay down beside me and slid down so that he
could suck my cock. I must admit it felt good having my cock sucked...
even by my best friend. I came in no time and Stevie swallowed my cum.
I thought that was disgusting and when I blew him and he came, I just
ran to the bathroom and spit it out.

	He wanted to fuck me in the ass, but I wouldn't let him. I
thought to myself the only person I would ever let fuck me in the ass
would be Stevie's mom with that dildo strapped between her legs. He
turned over, put his ass to my face and asked me to fuck him. I
started to put my dick to his ass and then decided not to. I was
turned off by the whole thing and I told him that I really wasn't into
this. He said he understood and I told him not to be embarrassed. I
also told him that we were still best buds. He gave me a hug and we
eventually got to sleep. I told him that I was going to sleep in the
guest room for the rest of my stay there. He understood and went to
sleep. Of course, the real reason I wanted to sleep in the guest room
was that I hoped that maybe I could see Stevie's mom naked again.

	Stevie's dad took off the next morning and it was just the 3
of us now. I later found out that his dad had been fucking a lot of
women he met while he was on the road and that was why him and Margie
didn't fuck very much anymore. Margie and I exchanged occasional
smiles and secret glances throughout the day, but I spent most of it
with Stevie. I waited until it was time to go to sleep. Mrs. Krown
knew I was going to sleep in the guest room. I told her that I didn't
sleep well in the bed in Stevie's room. I wasn't really tired when
Mrs. Krown said it was time for us to go t0o bed, but I did as she
said. Stevie went up to his room, and I lay in my bed tossing and
turning, thinking only of Mrs. Krown. About an hour later, I heard
the door swing open in my room. It was Mrs. Krown.

	"Are you asleep, David?" she whispered.

	"No!" I answered quickly. It was dark and I could barely make
out the shadow of my fantasy woman there in the doorway.

	"Mind if I come in?" She asked.

	"No. Of course not, Mrs. Krown." I sat up in the bed. All I
had on was a pair of underwear. I kept the covers over me as I
shimmied up, head rested against the headboard. Mrs. Krown walked
over to the bed and sat down beside me. She stroked her hand through
my hair and whispered softly to me, "Thank You, David."

	"For what?" I asked inquisitively.

	"For not saying anything about the last time you slept over.
Uh, you didn't, did you?"

	Of course I knew exactly what she was talking about.

	"Oh, that! I would never say anything, Mrs. Krown."

	"I know you wouldn't," she replied sweetly. She looked at me
and I looked back. There was a silent moment and then she put her
hand on my chin, thumb on one side, 4 fingers on the other and held it
as she leaned over and kissed me squarely on the lips. It wasn't like
other kisses we had exchanged. Those were friendly, motherly type
kisses (at least on her part). This was a REAL kiss. Tender, sensual,
erotic. No tongue, just a firm, tender kiss on the lips. It was
incredible. I don't think I will ever forget that kiss as long as I
live. I was in love with Mrs. Krown at that moment.

	"That was nice," she sighed. She leaned over and kissed me
again. It was just as tender and loving as the first one. I felt her
sigh deeply as we kissed. She took her hand from my chin and placed it
behind my head. As we drew apart, she nudged my head towards her
breast. I lay my head against her warm, covered tit and I could feel
it against my cheek. She wasn't wearing a bra and I just lay against
her silently.

	I managed to begin to whisper, "Mrs. Krown, I... " "Sssshhh,"
she spoke as she put her fingers to my lips to quiet me. "Don't
speak." She rubbed my back as she sidled up next to me in the bed,
pressing me harder against her almost naked breast. I was so nervous
because I wasn't sure what to do, but she knew that and tried to
comfort me.

	"Have you ever been with a girl before, David?"

	"Not really," I answered honestly.

	She laughed easily. I loved that laugh of hers. "I wasn't
sure. Don't worry, I will guide you, okay?" she cradled me in her arms
and, for a moment, I had the feeling I was lying there with my own
mother. After all, Mrs. Krown had been like a mother to me all of my
life. She sat up and pulled her nightshirt over her head, revealing
the most beautiful tits I'd ever seen. of course, they were the only
tits I'd ever seen for real. I stared at her tits as she watched me,
tossing the shirt to the floor. She had on a pair of panties. She
watched me watch her and finally she said to me, "Go ahead, touch
them. They won't bite," she smiled.

	I gently caressed her breast with my hand. They were soft and
warm. It felt so good to touch her breasts finally. Her nipples were
dark brown and they must have stuck out 3/4 of an inch. I thought for
a moment how lucky Stevie was to have breast fed from those beautiful
nipples. I touched them uneasily, not really knowing how to please
Mrs. Krown and that was what i wanted most. She helped me, though, and
told me to rub her nipples with my fingers. "Gently, honey. Gently."
She cautioned me. She lay back as she felt secure with the way I was
handling those precious tits of hers. I put my lips to them and began
to kiss them. I was going wild. I started to suck on her nipples and I
must have bit too hard, because she jerked back and let out a little
scream. "Easy, baby. Just relax." She calmed me. She let me play with
her tits for several minutes as she lay back and enjoyed my touch. I
was ready to just ram my dick in her and shoot a big load up her
pussy, but I let her be the boss. I decided that whatever she wanted,
I would do. I was already in love with Mrs. Krown.

	"David," she softly spoke, "You just don't know what a lonely
lady I am. You know, I've had my eye on you for quite some time, but
wasn't sure how you would react to this. I don't want you to do
anything that you don't feel comfortable with. If' you'd like me to
leave, I will, OK?" She looked at me with the most unbelievable puppy
dog eyes you've ever seen. I told her that I was quite happy being
there with her and then I told HER how much I thought about her. Of
course, I didn't tell her about all the times I jerked off thinking
about her.

	She raised herself up, her tits flapping side to side. She got
off of the bed and for a moment I thought she was leaving, but she
stood up and began to slowly draw her panties down from her waist. I
waited anxiously to see her hairy pussy. She stood there in front of
me, totally naked, totally beautiful and let me stare at her. She was
proud of her figure. For a woman her age, she was in great shape. She
kept herself that way in hopes of saving her marriage, but, as I later
found out, it would do no good. She and Mr. Krown would get divorced
in another year. She ran her fingers through her hair and then she put
her fingers on her hairy bush and played with herself for a few
moments. My dick was ready to explode. She climbed back on the bed and
pulled the covers down from my waist. "Lay back" she whispered. I did
and she proceeded to slip off my underwear as I lay there. My cock was
hard and, for a 15 year old, was pretty big. At least she was
impressed, and that was all that mattered. She rubbed my thighs with
her hands and then touched my aching cock. I craned my neck so that I
could see her as she touched me. her hand slipped around the shaft of
my cock and she began to slowly slide it up and down. it wasn't like
when Stevie jerked me off, it was much better. She slipped her hand
over my balls and held them in her hand.

	She saw that I was about to cum and she quickly put her mouth
to my ready cock. That was all I could take and I shot a load into
her mouth. She moaned as I came into her lips and she swallowed my cum
easily. She licked her lips and held my cock for a few more moments.
Man, i couldn't believe my best friend's mother had just sucked my
cock and swallowed my cum. She rubbed my chest smoothly and lovingly.
her tits swayed from side to side, a smile across her pretty face. She
leaned over and kissed me on the chest, then she kissed my nipples,
one at a time, and then she kissed me on the lips. This time, though,
she slipped her tongue between my lips. I kissed her back and our
tongues entwined. She lay over my chest, her tits pressed against me
and I embraced her tightly. I felt the warm, tender skin of her back
and slipped my hands over her ass and pressed tightly against her
cheeks. She rolled over, taking me with her and I ended up on top of
her. My dick was already hard again and she wanted me to fuck her
badly. She slid her hand between our bodies and grabbed my dick and
guided it to her crotch.

	She rubbed the head of my dick against her clit for several
moments and then slipped me inside her. When I did, she heaved a great
sigh as my cock slipped in her warm, wet cunt. It was an unbelievable
feeling being inside a cunt for the first time. I had imagined this
moment for so long and now it was finally happening. To make things
even more erotic, i was doing it with my friend's mother! I knew I was
in heaven.

	I started to thrust my cock deeper inside her and with each
thrust, she would breath a little deeper and moan. I was going like a
rocket out of control when she grasped my shoulders and pushed me back
a bit. "Whoa, cowboy! It's not a contest to see how fast you can go. A
woman likes it smooth and easy. Like this," and she pulled me in and
out in a much easier pace than I had been going. What did I know
anyway? This was my first time and I was only 15. Of course, Mrs.
Krown knew this and understood. She had a lot of patience with me that
first time.

	I never knew how good it felt to fuck. I had only imagined
before this. It was great. As I settled down to a nice easy, smooth
pace of fucking, Mrs. Krown started to touch her clit with her
fingers. In a few moments she was cumming. Her breathing got real deep
and I could hear her moaning with each passing second of arousal. When
she came, she grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me tight
against her. My cock was as deep inside her as it could go and I was
ready to cum, too. I let it go in a hot flurry of passion that
probably will never be duplicated as long as I live. I wrapped my arms
around her, she around me and she felt my warm cum explode inside her.
She closed her eyes and we held each other tightly, then we kissed. It
was hot and passionate, deep and lustful. I was madly in love with
Mrs. Krown.

	As we finished cumming, we lay there for a moment, me on top
of her, my head against her neck, her arms wrapped around me holding
me passionately. I was totally out of energy for the moment. My cock
softened up and fell limply from Mrs. Krown's hot pussy. I could see
some of my cum dripping from her hairy bush to the sheets below. I
slid over beside her, she turned towards me and hugged me. She ran her
hands through my hair, stroking me softly. She was a wonderful lady.
We lay there together, lovers now... and forever... saying nothing,
basking in the glow of the fantastic sexual experience. At that point,
nothing really needed to be said. I slipped off to a dream-filled
sleep. When I awoke, Mrs. Krown was no longer in bed with me.

	I awoke late the next morning. I awoke with a broad smile and
a wonderful memory of having sex with my best friend's mother. I lay
in bed reliving each wonderful moment as it had unfolded. When I
finally got out of bed, Stevie and Mrs. Krown... ah, Mrs. Krown...
Margie... my lover... were sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast.

	"Well, well!" smiled Mrs. Krown. "Looks like you had a good
night's sleep", she smiled knowingly at me. I returned the smile and
answered that I did sleep well. She offered me some breakfast. I was
starving. I watched her as she prepared it and constantly thought of
her lying naked next to me, my cock inside of her. I made some small
talk with Stevie and started planning on how I could get rid of him so
I could fuck his mother again. I felt a little guilty about it, after
all Stevie WAS my best friend, but all I could think about was that
beautiful mother of his.

	Stevie and I hung out after breakfast for awhile. It was
Saturday morning and Stevie always went to Temple on Saturday
mornings. I wasn't religious, neither was my family and I had no
intention of going. Mrs. Krown usually took him. Stevie asked me to
go. "C'mon, we'll have fun!" he pleaded. "Nah, I hate going to Temple.
If it's okay with your mom, I think I'll hang around and maybe watch
some TV or something." Mrs. Krown nodded her okay and Stevie went to
get ready for Temple. We were alone for the first time since last
night.

	"How's my little cowboy feeling this morning," she said to me.
"GREAT!" I responded enthusiastically. "That's good. I'm feeling
pretty good myself!" I felt this warmness flowing through my body. It
was love. I was in love for the first time in my life and it felt
wonderful. I ate my breakfast as she went about her business in the
kitchen. Stevie walked in all dressed and ready to go. "C'mon, mom.
I'm ready to go."

	"Uh, Stevie. would you mind very much if I didn't take you
this morning? I've got an awful lot of things to do and I really want
to get them done this morning. You can walk to Temple. It's not that
far honey."

	"Geez, mom. Okay," he said, a bit annoyed, but listening to
his mother like the good little boy he was. I just watched, thrilled
that she was sending him off for us to be alone together. As Stevie
walked out the door, she waited until he was down the street, turned
to me, put out her arms and said, "Come here, cowboy." I ran to her
arms and we hugged each other. I felt the warmness of her body against
mine and basked in the feeling of holding her. I was almost as tall as
her and I lifted my head slightly to kiss her. We kissed, mouths open,
tongues dancing upon one another. She took my hand and let me to her
bedroom.

	"Sit down," she demanded, pointing to the bed, still unmade. I
sat and watched her as she undid her blouse, button by button, as if
she were performing for me. As she took off her blouse she looked into
my ogling eyes and told me that she wanted to teach me how to make
love. She wanted to teach me how to please a woman the way a woman
wanted to be pleased. As she slipped off her skirt she said, "You
know, my darling, you can't just hop onto a woman, do your business
and then hop off again. Have you ever heard of foreplay?" I said I
did, but I really didn't know what it was all about. I had been a
virgin until last night and I still wanted to think of myself as this
macho stud who knew everything. She was wise to me, though. She was
standing there in a bra and panties and looked so fine. She walked
over to me, put her fingers over my belt and began to undo it. She
slipped off my pants and my underwear, my young cock hard and ready.

	She touched me, caressed my balls, stared knowingly at my hard
member and began to slide her fingers up and down. I was really
surprised when she bent over and put her lips over the head of my
cock. I sat back, arms gripping the bed and watched her as she gave me
my first blowjob (by a woman, that is!). I was in total heaven as she
sucked my cock so easily. She made me cum in no time at all and
groaned with pleasure as I came in her mouth. Her lips remained on my
cock as she sucked up all of the cum I had released.

	When she finished, she arose, wiped some cum from her lips,
kissed me on the forehead and walked over to the bathroom, got a towel
and wiped the cum from her. She walked back over to me, lying back on
the bed. "Did you like that?" she asked, knowing full well the
answer. "Wow," was all I could muster. "Now it's my turn," she smiled
as she lay down on the bed, put her knees up, raised her lovely ass
and pulled down her panties, revealing a dark, hairy, beautiful bush.
She took her fingers and slipped her pussy lips apart, beckoning me
between her waiting legs.

	I had never eaten pussy before and was a real amateur until
she taught me exactly what and how to do it. I'll never forget the
smell of her pussy that first time I ate her. It was intoxicating. She
held my head against her dripping cunt as she guided me through my
first pussy eating. She pointed out her clit and explained how that
was where the REAL action was. She taught me how to make her cum,
which I did a number of times that first session. I learned to tell
just when to speed up and when to slow down. She taught me how to tell
when a woman was about to cum. She explained and taught it all to me
and I was an excellent, willing student. One thing she didn't tell me
and that was how much I would fall in love with her.

	We began to have sex on a pretty regular basis, Margie and I.
She was all I could think about and I seemed to be going through life
in a daze. My parents noticed it, my friends noticed it (including
Stevie) but no one ever found out about it. My mom even noticed
changes in Margie. I would always try and listen to what they were
talking about when they would get together. I heard my mother say to
her one time, "Margie, you seem so much happier lately." I beamed with
pride, knowing that I was the cause for her feeling so good. Then I
almost choked when mom said to her, "What is it? do you have a
boyfriend?" Margie laughed. I figured she certainly wouldn't tell my
mother that she was fucking her son. It got quiet and I pricked up my
ears, waiting for something. "Jean," Margie spoke in a low tone, "Can
you keep a secret?" "Of course I can," My mom replied. "You know I
wouldn't tell a soul."

	"Good," Margie replied. "I've been seeing someone.

	I freaked when she said that. I had visions of what would come
next. Uh, Jean, I'm fucking your son, David. He's a great fuck and
his little dick feels so good inside of me. You don't mind, do you?

	What she really told mom was that she had met someone who was
very sweet to her. Of course mom, being nosey as she was, asked if she
were sleeping with him. "Well, yes," she replied. "He's so wonderful,
Jean." My mother was flipping out. Her friend was having an affair
with someone, but as much as she tried to get her to reveal who it
was, Margie kept our tryst a secret. She kept telling mom that it was
someone she didn't know. Mom finally dropped it and told Margie that
she was glad that she was happy. Our secret was safe.

	We fucked each other until I went off to college. I felt
terrible about being away from her, but I had no choice. She would
come to visit me once in awhile and spend the weekend with me. We'd
fuck almost every minute we were together. I told her I loved her, and
I truly did. Although she was old enough to be my mother, I wanted to
marry her. She laughed when I told her that! "What do you think your
parents would say if you told them that we were in love and wanted to
marry? No, darling, things can never be any less secret than they are
and have been." I think that she was in love with me as well, but she
knew that nothing could ever come of it.

	As I got older, moved away, had girlfriends and lovers, our
times together got fewer and fewer, but they were still so special to
us both. Margie finally got divorced and was able to see me a little
more often. We would talk a lot about Stevie and how he had turned
gay. She had been so embarrassed, but I assured her that he was happy
and that people make choices in their lives. She came to grips with it
after several years and she and Stevie resumed as normal a
relationship as could be expected. Both Margie and I were getting
older, but the flame still was far from extinguished.

	When I found out that Margie had cancer, I was devastated. I
wanted to spend every last minute with her and help her through her
pain and suffering. I rarely got to see her and, when she finally
died, I was totally heartbroken. When I cried at her funeral, my
mother thought that it was the sweetest thing. Of course, she didn't
know that I was crying for a lost lover. Margie Krown had been my
first lover. She taught me everything I knew about making love to a
woman. I was madly in love with her and will always hold a place in my
heart for her. These last few years, I have toyed with the idea of
telling my mother about our affair. I wonder how she would take it.