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Sunday Afternoon Coffee
by Obmuj (address withheld)

***

Dot was a 49 year-old teaching professor at a NYC 
university, and divorced for several years. One of her 
favorite pastimes was having a rich cup of coffee 
across the street from her condo. One Sunday she got a 
real treat, Dot met Jason, a virgin boy of 18. And she 
enjoyed him all Sunday Afternoon. (F/M-teen, 1st)

***

Dot walked back into her bedroom after escorting Jason 
to the front door and telling him goodbye. How did a 
forty-nine-year-old woman become involved with a boy, a 
mere eighteen years of age? Entering her bed room, Dot 
stopped in front of the mirrored sliding closet doors 
and looked at herself. What would my friends and co-
workers say if they find out about my indiscretions 
should they discover I had sex with a boy you just 
recently became of legal age?

I must be crazy Dot determined as she starred at her 
nude image, and attempted to reason with herself after 
having sex with a 18-year-old stud muffin. The face 
that looked back at her didn’t seem different from it 
had twelve hours previously, when she dressed to leave 
and have her regular Sunday afternoon coffee at the 
coffee bar. She was still trim, had hardly any dimpling 
on her firm round hips, and her breasts showed no 
sagging.
 
For some reason, this Sunday, she had taken extreme 
care in applying her makeup and selecting the new red 
short skirt and white blouse with the low scalloped 
neck line. The neckline of the blouse she had worn was 
cut low and provided a definite view of her still perky 
34B breasts. Did some celestial force or deity become 
involved in allowing a young boy into her bed? Dot held 
some belief in supernatural deity, and there were 
powers that drove one’s actions, beyond the norm, and 
produces a course for all peoples to follow, knowingly 
or unknowingly. 

After checking her appearance in the mirror along the 
side the entrance door of her condo, she had walked to 
the coffee bar across the street from her condo, as she 
did most. Sundays. Walking to the table she normally 
sat at, she noted most of the regulars were enjoying 
the atmosphere within the coffee bar. 

Mark, her favorite waiter, brought her a steaming hot 
cup of Kona coffee and a tray of Danish pastries to 
select from, to compliment her coffee. Selecting an 
orange filled Danish she took out the latest book she 
was reading, and opened it to page 204, where she had 
stopped reading Saturday night before going to sleep. 

Having Mark as her waiter, she knew, as one of her 
favorite people as he seemed to always greet her with 
such kindness and sincerity. While reading or just 
looking off into the outdoors through the large store 
front windows, she could count on Mark to keep her cup 
full. Just now he had brought her a new cup of coffee 
instead of refilling the one she had been drinking 
from. For someone about twenty-five, Mark had it all 
put together. Once he had told her that after college 
he worked as a stock broker and found the job demeaning 
and a no brainier.

Working at the coffee bar had provided him an 
opportunity to meet other people with the same interest 
as he had. His attempt at writing a novel was about to 
be fulfilled as his editor had sent it back to him for 
final revisions. Dot still remembered the couple of 
times he asks her out on a date. She always told him 
she was old enough to be his mother, but he continued 
asking.

After reading for nearly an hour she lay down the book 
and was watching the people walk by on this bright 
sunny day in New York City. Friends were entering or 
leaving the coffee house and they stopped briefly to 
speak with her. Then she heard a voice behind her 
asking, "Hi, I’m Jason, I see you’re a fan of the same 
writer of mystery novels I am. I’m reading the same 
book and found it intriguing, but I cannot determine 
where the story is heading. I’ve read almost 100 pages 
of the book." 

The young asked, "Do you find it as interesting as the 
other books she has written?"

Turning slightly she saw a well dressed teenage boy, 
carrying the same book she was reading. Well, she 
thought, he isn’t lying about reading the book and 
realized his comments were on target and explained why 
she was having trouble reading the novel. The story 
line in the book really didn’t seem to be going 
anywhere. 

Dot thought, this lad must be extremely intelligent to 
have noted this while reading the book. Dot was having 
trouble following the plot and until Jason explained it 
just then, she hadn’t known why. Looking at the 
teenager, she found herself thinking about her own son, 
Bradley, who was now twenty-three years old.

"May I join you and treat you to another cup of 
coffee?" he asked as he took the chair next to me 
before Dot had time to respond.

"Well, I guess it won’t be a problem if you sit for a 
few minutes," she replied. Her thoughts were the lad 
would understand he could set for a few minutes and 
assumed he would excuse himself.

Smiling, the boy extended his hand in greeting and 
saying, "I’m Jason Leverson, and my parents just 
purchased and moved into the co-op two doors down."

"Nice meeting you, Jason, I’m Dorothy Anderson but my 
friends just refer to me as Dot, and you may as well," 
she replied.

"Great, now I at last know someone here. I’m enrolled 
at Harvard and will start school in September. For the 
past eighteen years, I’ve lived in White Plains, but my 
parents decided to move into the city as my father 
commuted daily," Jason informed her.

During the following two hours Dot found that Jason’s 
intelligence was in the genius level, and he could 
converse on any subject. She, as a teaching physician, 
was also intelligent and equally able to discuss on 
most subjects, to some degree. While they spoke, she 
noticed Jason was constantly glancing at her cleavage 
exposed above the cutout at the neck line of her 
blouse. 

She’d worn the new pushup bra that covered her breasts 
just below the nipples. A few times she leaned forward 
intentionally so the blouse would fall away slightly 
from her breast. Dot wasn’t certain if Jason was able 
to view her nipples but found herself hoping he could 
view them for some perverse reason. 

Dot listened as Jason explain how his education during 
the past twelve years, kept him from the normal life a 
student usually has. Jason spoke of the private schools 
he had attended and Dot knew they were the best and 
extremely expensive. "What is your girlfriend like," 
Dot inquired?

Watching as his face turned slightly red, he informed 
her, "Well, actually I don’t have one and except for 
dances with girls from the academy, a few blocks from 
the private school I attended, I really didn’t date."

This surprised Dot as she noted Jason was handsome and 
noted his physique was excellent. Judging him to be 
around six-one in height and most likely around 175 
pounds, she wondered why some cute girl hadn’t snagged 
him. Anything this good should have lots of 
girlfriends. "Don’t you date or at least go to the 
movies with girls you know?" she inquired.

"Not really, sometimes I took the girl who lived next 
door in White Plains, to a movie or concert, but I’m 
somewhat shy around my peer group. Especially in social 
atmospheres where, as you are probably aware, you 
couple off as boy-girl. I’m embarrassed to say this, 
but I’m likely the only boy from White Plains that 
hasn’t been with a girl. Physically with a girl, 
perhaps I should clarify," Jason realized he may have 
spoken improperly, and then added, "Perhaps I shouldn’t 
have stated that to you and I’m sorry for my comment," 
Jason exclaimed.

Dot listened as Jason discussed how he enjoyed girls, 
but never developed lasting relationships, and she 
believed his desire for an education, plus his 
intelligence, demanded considerable time spent in 
studies, because of his parents desire for him to 
excel.

When Jason asked about her husband, she replied direct 
and assuredly with more insight into her own private 
world than she normally would. Not even her closest 
friends, or with Nora her sister, did Dot discuss her 
failed marriage. Now Dot was telling an eighteen-year-
old boy, who she had known only for a short period of 
time, her innermost secrets.

"For the past twelve years I’ve been single. My ex-
husband and I were divorced after I found him enjoy the 
ripeness of our 16-year-old baby sitter. Jason, I can’t 
believe I’m telling you this as I’ve never spoken to 
another person, why my marriage broke apart."

Jason listened as Dot explained about finding her 
husband and the girl together in her bed. "The day I 
found them together, I had to teach a late class as a 
fill-in for another instructor at the university. Being 
as how it was just after 12:00 noon, I thought I’d go 
home and freshen up before returning back to the 
university for the 6:00 P.M. class. I entered our home, 
walked into our bedroom to shower, and you can imagine 
my shock in finding my husband being intimate with the 
neighbor girl who babysat for us."

"That must have been horrible for you, Dot. Were the 
police notified due to the young age of the girl or 
what happened?" Jason asked.

"No, Jeff was only too happy to give me everything and 
not chance his having sex with an underage girl brought 
up in a divorce. In fact, you wouldn’t believe how he 
begged me when he jumped up from the bed as I screamed 
when I saw him with Kelsy," I’d replied to Jason’s 
question.

"Jason, I still laugh when memories of how Jeff looked 
with his erection and little Kelsy lay with her legs 
spread wide open. She was so scarred she peed a little 
as she lay on my bed."

Finally I informed Jason that we should probably leave 
so those standing and waiting to be seated could have a 
table. As we walked from the building I asked Jason, 
"Would you like to stop at my place and we can chat 
some more and I’ll fix us a bite to eat, if you’re 
hungry." 

After eating a quick meal of chicken salad, we sat in 
my living room and talked about every subject under the 
sun. Jason was impressed with my being a physician and 
that I taught as well. While we spoke, I noticed he was 
constantly looking at my legs as if he was trying to 
see up my skirt. 

Why I curled my left leg up under me so it would expose 
my legs and maybe more, I wasn’t certain what he could 
view under my skirt? I felt giddy as a teenage girl 
trying to seduce a boy she likes. For an hour we 
remained in what was likely a heightened sexual, and 
tension filled relationship as I moved my legs so Jason 
could get, I was certain, a view of my pantyhose 
covered public area.

What the reasons was for being this bold I’ll likely 
never know but after being divorced for so long I 
wanted to feel desired by a male. Albeit Jason was only 
18, telling me over coffee, he’d never engaged in sex. 
My reasoning tells me I wanted to tease a 18-year-old 
and see if he found an older woman attractive. 
Especially this older woman, now that I look back on 
the past afternoon and for me, my first sexual 
intercourse in 12 years.

While I teased Jason, it became oblivious he was 
suffering ever young guy’s affliction of being erect. I 
found it exciting to make him unable to suppress his 
firmness without some type of sexual release. Jason 
either was going to masturbate or have sex somehow. 
Another alternative is for the young male to become so 
excited, he will ejaculate within his undershorts from 
just the desire or idea of having sex.

Sometime around six in the afternoon, Jason said he 
guessed he’d best leave as his parents would start 
worrying about him. As I rose from the sofa on which I 
was seated, I swung my legs out and then down, and in 
doing so knew my complete pubic area had flashed Jason. 
Jason’s face turned a slight red as he didn’t drop his 
starring at me.

Walking over to where he was seated I looked down at 
him and asked, "Did you ever view the movie, The 
Graduate, with the character, Mrs. Robinson, Jason?"

His face was flushed and he replied, "Dot, that is one 
of my favorite movies of all times. I’ve watched it so 
many times I’ve lost count. I have it on VHS and DVD. 
My mother has a friend who reminds me of that character 
in the movie."

Where my boldness came from and more importantly why, I 
will undoubtedly never know. Nor do I really concern 
myself with why I acted as such, as I placed my foot on 
the edge of the chair Jason was seated in, and 
pretended to adjust my pantyhose. In doing so, it hiked 
my skirt upward as I pulled up on my hose. Then I asked 
Jason, "Do I remind you of Mrs. Robinson?"

Slowly I drew my skirt higher, then dropped my foot 
onto the carpet, as I did, Jason starred at my torso, 
and his hand reached out and rested lightly on my thigh 
as I stood in front of him. My mind was fogged over. 
Since finding Jeff with Kelsy, I’d never known any 
desire for sex, absolutely none. Now I was tempting a 
teenage boy and thought I was crazy.

Watching Jason’s face, I again placed my foot on the 
edge of the chair in which he was seated. Except this 
time I placed it between his legs. "What would, your 
wish could happen between us, Jason?"

His mouth opened, and Jason was unable to speak or 
concerned he make the wrong comment, or his hand would 
be slapped away from where he had placed it on the top 
of my leg. Then Jason was squeezing the insides of my 
right thigh, near my sex. "Jason, perhaps you should 
call your parents and tell them your visiting friends 
and will be late. Or if you’re afraid, I won’t be mad 
if you decide to leave and go home instead."

"Where’s the phone?" Jason asked in chocking whispers 
as if he was afraid to say more than a few words.

I wondered if he really was a virgin or coning me. The 
reality that I was leading this young boy into sex, 
made me wonder about my overt actions. Whatever was 
creating the need for my turning on this boy didn’t 
provide me with clear answers. I attempted to sort out 
the reality of my actions, and only one answer appeared 
in my mind. That was Jason’s attempt to view under my 
dress at the present time and his trying to look down 
my blouse at the coffee shop. Somewhere in my fogged 
over mind I knew I must stop this silliness. Watching 
Jason as he called his parents I saw his erection 
straining against his slacks.

"Hi dad, just speaking with a friend I met at the 
coffee shop and we may go to a movie," Jason was 
telling his dad. It was easy to hear the excitement in 
his voice and I wondered if his father could as well? 
Finally he told his father goodbye and turned to face 
me.

Now my body experienced a strange sensation as the fear 
of the unknown crossed through my mind. The idea of 
having sex after so long a time, made me more 
apprehensive than when I gave Martin McDaniels my 
virginity shortly after my seventeenth birthday. Today 
seemed to have been a synced day in my biorhythm from 
the time I dressed to go for coffee. While getting 
dressed, I’d selected the new skirt and blouse I was 
wearing, though I had purchased it for an informal 
luncheon at the university later in the month. 
Something seemed to have filled me with the prospect of 
adventure as I had dressed carefully.

"Jason perhaps we..." I commenced to tell him we needed 
to forget this silliness as he walked toward me after 
speaking with his father. My mind was directing me to 
stop this craziness and remember I was a forty-nine-
year-old woman, and Jason was an innocent eighteen-
year-old. That Jason was a virgin that... I couldn’t 
finish the sentence.

Jason stood three feet in front of me, and it was 
certain neither of us knew what, nor how, to finalize 
the seduction of the other. For a minute of two we just 
looked at each other. Then Jason made the initial move 
to finish what both of us started earlier in the 
afternoon. No kissing, hugging or even saying anything, 
occurred between us. Jason simply reached out and his 
right hand lightly gripped my left breast, and I felt 
his hand shake nervously. There was no doubt in my mind 
that this young boy was still a virgin.

My thoughts were confused when Jason cupped my breast. 
First, the mores of social behavior told me I must stop 
my foolishness. Then I remembered how a fellow doctor, 
at a party, had grabbed my breast, and for a brief 
moment, I allowed him to squeeze my breasts. This had 
occurred about six months after my divorce. This isn’t 
right, I must stop myself before this proceeds further, 
I thought again. What would my fellow staff members say 
if they discovered I seduced an eighteen-year-old boy? 
What happened next totally caught me off guard.

"Oh, Jason, don’t squeeze so hard." I responded to his 
gripping my breast so hard, it hurt. As I spoke, he had 
got onto his knees and slipped both hands up under my 
skirt and onto my hips. Somehow I must stop this as I 
felt him moving his face across my stomach and moving 
one hand between my thighs. I became scarred of what I 
was doing but didn’t wish to stop my madness. Deep - 
deep in my mind I wanted to take this boy into my body. 
Especially as his face and now his lips, were kissing 
my legs through my pantyhose. I could feel the warmth 
of Jason’s breath through the silk like material.

Had Jason lied to me about being a virgin or had he at 
least performed oral sex with a girl before today? 
"Tell me the truth Jason, have you kissed a girl 
between her legs, or why are you in front of me kissing 
my stomach and legs?"

"Never, I’ve never done this before but I want to with 
you. I looked up your skirt and saw your legs and it 
created an urge to kiss them. I’ll stop, and I’m sorry 
for my indecent actions. Forgive me, please, Dot?" As 
he spoke, he stood up and stepped back about two steps 
with a painful expression on his face.

Softly I spoke to Jason as I reached out to him, "Would 
you like to make love with me, you sweet and handsome 
young man?"

Hardly had I asked the question, than Jason moved 
forward and hugged me tightly, and in an almost tearful 
voice said, "Never would I have thought this would 
happen to me but if you let me make love to you Dot, 
I’ll try to make you happy." Then Jason added, "You’ll 
need to help me as I’ve never done it before,"

"Come with me," as I took his hand leading him down the 
hallway and into my bedroom. Looking around the room I 
couldn’t help but think I also may need help. My 
thoughts were, do I undress in front of him, change 
into a robe in the bathroom and then come to him? 
Should I let him undress me? Perhaps I should undress 
him.

After being without social dating skills for the12 
years I was married and another 13 years after being 
divorced, it scarred me to think about being undressed 
in front of a man, even if Jason was only eighteen.

Sex does not necessarily judge its actions based on 
age, as a physician, I knew. Also not having sex after 
so long a time, with anyone but my husband, in all 
those years, created even more uncertainly within me.

"Do you wish to undress privately in the bathroom, or 
would you like me to watch you disrobe in my presence, 
Jason?" I asked him.

"May I watch as you undress, and I will while you do?" 
Jason responded as he started to remove his shirt and 
kick off his loafers.

Slowly I removed my clothing, my eyes never left Jason 
as he disrobed in front of me. When he slipped from his 
under shorts, my eyes filled with wonder at how erect 
and tall his penis stood outward from his groin. 
Jason’s penis was larger than my ex-husband’s I saw as 
it appeared to my view. I watched it appear so firm, 
with a slight curve to the left, as he pulled his 
shorts down over his legs.

"You’re a very handsome young man and you can be sure 
girls will enjoy what you have down there," I told 
Jason.

At this point I was standing in only my bra and 
pantyhose. Jason’s eyes never left me and I unsnapped 
the front hook bra and playfully tossed it to him. This 
I did so I didn’t look quite so silly removing my 
pantyhose. They make a woman look so ungraceful when 
removing them off, or even putting them on. I always 
hated for my ex to watch me put on or remove my 
pantyhose. Surely they were invented by a man.

I stood straight and spread my legs slightly as I let 
Jason take in the sight of his first nude female. Even 
if I was older than his mother I saw he enjoyed the 
view and his erection actually bounced as he became 
more aroused.

"Jason, lets take a shower together, as we’ve been out 
and that will help us both relax before we share a 
moment of a lifetime between us." Smiling, I informed 
Jason, "You must know it is almost like a first time 
for myself as well." 

Studying the young face I spoke softly, "Jason, I hope 
you’ll never regret this - do not answer that and would 
you like to share a warm shower together?"

"You’re really pretty, Dot, and you’re older than my 
mother, but you look younger and hope you don’t think 
I’m unnatural, for never being with a girl before, you 
don’t do you?"

"That isn’t unnatural, Jason, and thanks, I think, but 
you mustn’t compare me with your mother." Then I added, 
"And don’t remind me of my age or I may just spank 
you." The next question I have no idea why I asked," 
Have you viewed your mother undressed and if you did, 
how did that happen, Jason?"

"When we lived in White Plains, we had a very large 
jacuzzi and sometimes mom and sat in the swirling water 
nude together." Hesitating, Jason continued, "Not 
always, but we were never embarrassed when we saw the 
other’s nude."

Smiling at his honesty, I laughed and asked him 
pointedly, "Did she ever see that hard thing of yours 
standing up like it is now?"

Jason blushed and told me, "Once, just before we moved 
here to the city, we were in the jacuzzi, and as I got 
out of the water to go after cokes, and I didn’t think 
about being erect." Jason’s face seemed to turn red as 
he told me, "When I stood up, mom looked at me, and 
told me, I was getting to be a big boy and the girls 
better watch out."

After a few minutes of talking and laughing together 
under the shower, I took a bottle of body lotion and 
poured some in my hand. Then I lathered Jason’s 
shoulders and stomach with the smooth lotion. Slowly I 
moved my hands down until I was stroking all around his 
erection but staying only in the hair surrounding his 
penis. Gently letting the sides of my hands and fingers 
touch his excited engorged organ. 

I watched as it jerked as my hands brushed along the 
sides and base of his beautiful sex object. Looking 
into Jason’s face, I saw his eyes were shut and his 
hips begin to move back and forth, attempting to move 
his erection so it would push against my body.

Looking at his erection I saw Jason must be ready to 
ejaculate, and this I didn’t want him to do. If I was 
going to take this young man for his first sex, then I 
wanted him to come inside my body and not all over me 
and washed from my body and down the drain. "Don’t 
come, Jason. Wait, follow me," I told him as I turned 
off the shower, took his hand, leading us soaking wet 
to my bed.

Lying on my back, I pulled Jason on top of me and 
reached between us and grasped his testicles in my 
hand. I squeezed them slightly to retard his desire to 
ejaculate. Jason moaned out that it hurt and hearing 
him say that, I moved my hand onto his engorged penis. 
Then guided Jason’s firm manhood to the entrance of my 
vulva. My voice cried out from the contact of a male’s 
hard erection against my labia and clitoris for the 
first time in over twelve years. "NO! Oh Jason, shove 
into me, push your hardness inside me."

"YES! OH MY GOD!" I cried out as my body accepted a 
male organ deeply inside me for the first time, in much 
too long of time.

Looking back to those short six hours or so, it is 
impossible to say if I did or did not climax when Jason 
first entered my vagina. Whatever happened when Jason’s 
fairly large, and young firm member passed through both 
my major and minor labia, I felt like a truck had hit 
me.

As for Jason, I still vividly recall feeling him 
tremble as he drove completely within the core of my 
sex. Feeling him shudder as he went off as he moved 
inward and outward perhaps twice or three times, and 
the soulful sounds he uttered for his first come inside 
a woman, I’ll likely remember until I’m no longer able 
to breathe.

"Ooooohhhhh, oh Dot, ooohhh, I’m... Oh Dot," his voice 
lost in his feelings in the act of copulation for the 
first time in his being. Jason seemed to sob as if he 
was crying. after he went off for his first time during 
intercourse.

My arms moved around his back and I held him to me. 
"Lay still, Jason and enjoy the feeling I know is going 
through your body even yet." Then I told my youthful 
lover, "I feel my young man trembling as he lies on me 
and inside me, also."

After a very short time I could feel Jason commence to 
move slightly back and forth for the contact that can 
only be felt, but I’m unable to describe. The feeling 
of a man’s sexual organ as it moves along the sides of 
a woman’s vaginal lips and brushes the clitoris in its 
travels I’ve never been able to describe. Several times 
I could remember my ex-husband and I talking about this 
feeling. He could never understand why I was unable to 
describe and tell him what I felt from the sexual 
contact.

"Dot, is it ok if I do it again?" Jason asked after a 
few firm strokes of making love to me.

Feeling him move and the fact it assuredly was truly 
fantastic for me and I realized Jason still hadn’t 
become knowledgeable after his first time lasted less 
than half a minute. But that didn’t bother me as I took 
a young man for his first time and it seemed like mine.

"Tell me Jason, does it feel good? Do it however you 
want, my lover," I told him so he would know he was 
making me feel good and his confidence wouldn’t suffer 
from his lack of experience. Jason’s manhood was a very 
good size and larger than any I’d ever had. Then again 
I had only known four others and one of them was my 
husband’s.

Using my hands I begin to somewhat push against his 
hips in various ways so he begins to realize how to 
move his penis all around for the pleasure of the woman 
and himself. Without saying a word, I felt Jason 
movements become stranger and faster. He learned very 
fast how to move in and out in various strokes and 
speed. Much to my surprise Jason lasted several minutes 
before he went off the second time.

My own body was bucking and sliding all around the bed 
as I felt Jason building. The need to climax didn’t 
develop for me this time, but I needed to move and rub 
my hands over his back and grip his hips. "Let it come 
Jason, squirt off in me. I want you to come, Jason. Oh 
yes, come in me Jason."

"I’m doing it again, oh Dot!"

"Yes... Yes, oh Dot... I’m coming in you, Dot!" his 
words spilled from his lips as he pumped his come into 
my body.

For a few minutes I held Jason on top of me. Finally I 
moved him off me, telling him I’d hurry back and walked 
into the bathroom to pee. My legs felt somewhat weak 
and I needed a few minutes alone with myself to figure 
out what I had just done. What if his parents found 
out. I was worried Jason would tell his friends and it 
would get back to the university.

Before going back into the bedroom, I freshened my 
makeup, brushed my hair, and splashed on White 
Diamonds. I started to wipe between my legs but when I 
felt Jason’s virgin ejaculations were leaking from my 
vagina, I decided to enjoy the wetness of a man’s 
sexual fluids in and on my body after so many years.

Looking at myself in the vanity mirror over the 
bathroom sink, I saw myself, and how radiant looking I 
appeared, and a funny smile reflected back at me from 
the mirrored image. A small twinkle showed from the 
corner of my eyes. Before I started feeling guilty, I 
returned to the bed where Jason lay watching me as I 
joined him on the bed.

Climbing onto the bed, I sat with my back propped 
against the headboard and moved my arms down and pulled 
Jason’s head onto my lap. I had splashed a lot of 
perfume on my pubic hair and knew Jason was inhaling 
the aroma. "Tell me Jason, are you happy and satisfied 
and was it like you thought sex would be your first 
time?"

"Oh yes, yes, it was wonderful Dot, and I liked feeling 
how you felt under me and it seemed so hot inside your 
thing. I’m so glad that you were my first, Dot. I think 
I love you," Jason told me as he begins to lightly kiss 
my stomach.

Reaching down I pulled his mouth to my right breast, 
instructing him, "Suck my nipples Jason, but be 
gentle."

Shortly after Jason started nursing at my nipple I felt 
him move his fingers onto my sex. Jason scooted me 
around until we were laying side-by-side. After a few 
minutes of talking and his continuing to stroke my sex, 
I was ready for him to take me.

With no request from me, Jason moved atop me and as he 
eased inside my sex he worked slow and altered between 
deep strokes and then just in the edge of my sex. My 
body started wanting him and I was crying out for him 
to take me deep and hard. Jason knew how to make me 
desire him, and this was only his third time to have 
sex. Deep in the recesses of my mind I tried to find a 
time when I had felt as I did now. No one had ever 
taken me like this eighteen-year-old boy was doing now. 
I felt the need to climax and I was building hard and 
fast.

Somehow Jason had found how to make me wants sex with 
him and he was so good in his love making this time. 
Just then I felt Jason moving faster and he cried out, 
"I’m gonna come, Dot," and as Jason went off, I sobbed 
out and did as well.

"Jason, I’m coming, oh god I’m there. Do it Jason, do 
it, come in me again!"

"GOD I WANT TO COME! God Jason, it is so good, oh 
Baby," I cried out in my release as I gave up my orgasm 
to him.

Within ten or fifteen minutes we were again making 
love. Jason seemed not get enough and I wasn’t about to 
ask him to stop. But my body was becoming sore, yet I 
wanted more from this young man. For three more hours 
we engaged in some sort of sexual release for both of 
us. At one point I performed oral sex on Jason, even 
though I hardly ever had done so on my ex. Jason even 
wanted to do it with me, so he got his first taste of a 
woman and got me off after about eight or nine minutes.

Finally, I got Jason to take a shower with me, but 
without soap, and then I kissed him goodbye and let him 
out the door. As he walked down the hallway to the 
elevator, I saw him turn, and he blew me a goodbye 
kiss. I knew it was childish, but after all, Jason was 
only eighteen.

Turning out the bedside lamp, I curled up on my left 
side and looked out at the night sky through the open 
bedroom drapes. The feelings I had wasn’t of remorse 
but rather of surprise and hated to admit even to 
myself, the desire to have Jason again to nestle 
between my thighs.

Somewhere, so deep within my physic I couldn’t explain 
where to my self, lay a frightened woman whose sexual 
desires had been released for the first time ever. I 
felt tears fill my eyes when remembering the intensity 
of my sexual climax. Never had o uttered words of 
barbaric phrases during sex before with her husband or 
any of the people I had made love with.

Pulling my legs up even tighter against my chest, 
reached my arms downward and clasped and my bent legs 
as firmly to my torso as possible. Feeling so alive and 
yet extremely unsure of myself, my body seemed to 
continue quivering as it had during the intense 
pleasure Jason had produced deep inside me. Sobbing 
ever so lightly, I finally went to sleep.

Awaking the next morning, I found it was nearly eight 
o’clock and I was due to be at the college for my first 
class at nine. Rising from the bed, my body seemed to 
be tense and sore, and between my legs even more so. 
Never before, had I felt her Mons Venus and vagina feel 
like they were bruised and battered after having sex 
with my ex-husband and the other few sexual encounters 
I had during my teenage years.

Walking into the bathroom, I stopped in front of the 
mirrored wall and tried to see my private area. Unable 
to obtain the view I wished I sat down on the floor and 
pulling my legs back and spread outward, I could view 
my sex. Never had I ever looked at myself as I was now. 
Being a doctor, I understood the dull ache between my 
legs and inside the inner core of my genitalia. Gently 
I pulled my labia apart and looked inside my sex, 
knowing I wouldn’t see any wounds.

My fingers reached up inside my vagina and I understood 
what young virgins feel when they first have sex. It 
isn’t the loss of their hymen that they feel the next 
day, but it’s the feeling of having your female organ 
probed and punished in the desire to mate. Rising from 
the floor, I stepped into the shower after setting it 
just slightly hotter than normal.

"Jason, do you enjoy seeing me nude," I had asked him 
last night as we showered together prior to having sex? 
Now my memory of what I had allowed my physical body to 
enjoy took over and I could not remember when I last 
felt so much like a woman. There is no doubt I can 
never go without sex again after having been so soundly 
taken the previous afternoon and evening.

Finish dressing for work, I slipped on the same skirt 
and blouse I’d had worn yesterday when going to the 
coffee bar and later allowed Jason to observe my 
undressing. Like a teenage girl fees being romantic and 
in love, after given her virginity to her first love. 
Perhaps I was having a mental change as I thought of 
being silly, by wearing the same clothing as I had 
yesterday when I and Jason had seduced one another.

Leaving the condo, I hailed a cab for the normal ten-
minute walk to the university so I wouldn’t be late for 
my first class. Riding in the backseat of the taxi, I 
felt like the day would be the most wonderful ever. I 
awoke from my thoughts when the cabbie told me were at 
my destination. Walking into the medical building, I 
walked with a step of confidence unfelt for years. 
There was no doubt that the sexual encounter with Jason 
had made me a new woman.

The day seemed long as I taught classes and made a few 
rounds with some advanced students. Being part of a 
teaching hospital and having the academia world at my 
disposal, I realized what my previous education had 
provided for me financially and personally. Thoughts of 
the previous day’s encounter with a young boy of 
eighteen, my first sex in almost as many years, kept 
creeping into my mind with pleasant but strange images 
of being with a teenage boy,

Never in all my romantic fantasies would I have 
imagined being the first female to capture Jason’s 
virgin seed in my sheath of womanhood. Walking home 
from the university that afternoon, I tried to 
visualize my vision of men, especially as I did when I 
would masturbate since I and my ex had called it 
splits.

My normal fantasies were usually of a large dark-haired 
man whom I was visiting in Paris or on a small Pacific 
Island. My fantasies were nearly always took place in a 
flower garden and my being taken in such a public 
setting, or alongside an exotic automobile. The sex was 
never really a complete image when I brought relief to 
my need when having an orgasm during the time I used my 
fingers to satisfy the sexual cravings. I had often 
considered purchasing a vibrator but for some reason 
the idea of an electronic phallus never seemed 
appropriate for my demeanor or desires.

Nearing the coffee shop I considered stopping and knew 
it was my hope that Jason would be waiting inside the 
small café. Just as my feet begin to step toward the 
entrance of the coffee bar, I moved on toward my condo. 
"I can’t just enter the place in the same clothes I 
wore yesterday," I thought to myself. Perhaps after my 
bath I’ll dress and return for coffee. I‘m intelligent 
enough to understand the real reason was to again hold 
Jason deep inside my body. When I awoke up this 
morning, I’d reached down and stroked my sex to see if 
Jason’s semen was still inside my vulva, and was 
disappointed to find I was dry as normal, in part 
because of change of life I was going through.

After my last class and rounds at the hospital, I had 
grabbed a newspaper and walked to the hospital 
cafeteria and enjoyed the soup and salad bar buffet. 
Now I would take a leisure bath and prepare and hope 
for a visit with Jason. We had exchanged telephone 
numbers but couldn’t bring myself to call him, mostly 
due to the possibility his mother or father may answer 
the phone and want to know who was calling.

While shaving my legs, I wondered about shaving the 
massive growth of pubic hair I’d allowed to grow since 
my divorce. The hair was abundant and I knew from my 
medical training, exceptionally long. Pulling it gently 
outward from my mons, I knew it measured at least four 
to five inches long. For the first time in a long time 
I studied my sex and found the hair had commenced 
getting grey hair on my mons and along the majora 
labia. No, I thought it isn’t grey, it’s silver.

Thinking back to when I must have last trimmed my bush, 
it had to have been just before the divorce was final, 
and I had at that point in my life, determined to never 
shave my sex, nor allow another male to touch me so 
intimately.

Now I was contemplating another sexual encounter with a 
boy younger than my own son. No, I’ll never shave my 
pussy again. I had always called my sex, my pussy, 
since I was a little girl. When I was around seven 
years old, and had been swimming in the pool, and when 
I went to the bathroom to shower off, I was nude 
walking from her bedroom to the bathroom.

My father was walking down the hallway toward me and 
when he saw I was naked, smiled and told me, "Honey, 
you’d best put something on as I can see your pussy 
between your legs."

I remembered my father laughed and I also, at his 
calling my thing a pussy. That was the start of calling 
my sex, "Pussy." I knew it was a common name applied to 
that part of a female’s body but for me it was a 
special name and was spelled with a capital "P."

Slowly I found myself stroking my sex and starting to 
build toward a climax. No, I told myself, and I’m not 
going to do myself. I want to feel Jason’s hardness and 
largeness stroking deep within my body. What must he be 
thinking I wondered, as I considered our age difference 
and also that I was his first?

I may be sick, but having Jason go off in me was simply 
divine and I loved it when he took me the second and 
subsequent times. Even if almost twenty-four hours had 
passed, my sex and mons still felt bruised, having 
allowed the wanton desires to come forth after all 
these years. I want to feel that young penis probing 
where no other had previously reached. I’m not right 
about this but I need it again. God, but I want Jason 
between my legs and to feel his lip’s suckling at my 
breast and tugging at my nipples. It will be a first, 
but I may ask Jason to bite and chew my nipples until 
the pain is unbearable, I thought in my crazed brain.

Picking out my clothing was difficult, as I wanted to 
appear sexy but not trashy, so I settled on a leather 
skirt, vest with and a dark tan v-shaped blouse. 
Slipping it on without a bra I knew would allow my 
prominent nipples to poke outward against the satin 
like material. My nipples had always been large, 
especially when compared them with the size of my 
breast. For hosiery I chose lace top thigh highs from 
Victoria’s Secrets, and decided to remove my panties, 
and go without any for the first time in my life. I 
wanted to feel nude under my clothing, but it felt odd 
without a bra and panties on, I thought.

Jaywalking across the street from the condo to the 
coffee bar, I received whistles and cat calls from 
passing drivers. I noticed how men walking on the 
sidewalk gave me a very strong glance at my legs, and 
saw my vest was open enough to let my breast be 
displayed. My nipples were pushing against the material 
oft he blouse and there outline was visible. God, am I 
a slut to dress in this manner?

Entering the café, I noted Mark wasn’t working this 
evening, but Shannon and the owner, Sol, were on duty. 
Sitting at my regular table, Shannon greeted and 
informed me, "Dot, we have a new blend of Kona that is 
really terrific. Would you like to try it or do you 
wish to have your regular Espresso?"

"OK, let me have a cup of the Kona and a slice of the 
chocolate cheesecake, Shannon."

When Shannon returned with my order, she told me, "Your 
looking radiant this afternoon, Dot. Your outfit is 
really terrific looking and makes you appear much 
younger." Teasing me, Shannon asked, "You haven’t got 
you a boyfriend, have you?"

"Wish I did, but you know us older women get pushed 
aside for the young girls like you pretty sweet young 
things," I replied. Studying Shannon as she went to 
another table, I saw how graceful she was and it was 
obvious she took exceptional pride in the manner in 
which she fixed her hair and applied her makeup.

A half hour later, as I was about to leave and I spied 
Jason walking toward the coffee shop, with an older 
woman. When Jason entered the café, he spotted me and 
guided the lady he was with over to my table.

"Hello Mrs. Iverson, how are you today? This is my 
mother, Andrea," Jason informed me and it was certain, 
that Jason was letting me know the lady was not a 
"girlfriend" but his parent. Smooth, Jason, I thought 
to myself as I reached to shake Andrea’s hand.

"Mom, Mrs. Iverson lives in one of the condos near here 
and she enjoys reading the same authors as I. We’ve 
spoken about our favorite writers and she has promised 
to let me visit her sometime and view her personal 
library," Jason finished his attempt to let his mother 
know that he and I were only friends.

For several minutes we enjoyed each other’s company. 
and finally Andrea advised she must leave and meet with 
her husband for a dinner and cocktail party uptown. 
After Jason’s mother left, I looked at Jason and 
pointedly asked, "Can we finish yesterday, and go to my 
place?"

The look in Jason’s eyes told me that he was as ready 
to continue with our sexual games as I was. We made 
arrangements that I would leave and he would leave 
about 15 minutes later and to enter my building via the 
side door. Picking up my check, I walked over to where 
Shannon was and handed her money for her bill. "Watch 
that cute boy over there, I believe he is just looking 
for a cute little thing like you, Shannon," I said with 
a smile on my face. With that, I walked out of the café 
and winked at Jason before exiting the coffee bar.

Rushing into my bedroom, I removed the vest, blouse and 
skirt and then put on a lacy and sheer dressing gown. 
Looking in the mirror over the vanity, I refreshed my 
makeup and brushed a few stay hairs into place. Then 
awaited the teenage lover.

Walking to the side entrance of Dot’s condo, Jason 
could feel his erection pushing against the front of 
his pants. Remembering the events of the previous 
afternoon, and that he had been a virgin, but in a span 
of a few hours had become a man and hoped, a real lover 
to Dot.

I actual jumped when I heard the buzzer sound to let me 
know someone was wishing access to the condo. Pressing 
the intercom, I asked, "Yes?"

"Hi, it’s Jason."

With that, I pushed the control button allowing, 
Jason’s entry into the building. "Am I really so brazen 
that I’m meeting a young boy dressed, and looking like 
a floozy?"

The minute or so waiting for the young lad to arrive 
and knock on the door, seemed an hour. My body was 
craving release from sex and I understood that in the 
span of one day I had lost all of my inhibitions from 
normalcy of social behavior regarding the contact 
between an adult and a child.

Hearing Jason’s light tap at the door, I moved as if 
afraid to open the door and welcome the teenage lover 
back into the sanctity of my home. I felt my sex 
becoming wet while waiting Jason’s arrival, and now I 
felt lust coursing throughout my body.

Assuredly I’m crazy or why else would I feel like a 
high school girl awaiting her prom date or even worse, 
a virgin bride on her wedding-night, as she is about to 
step into the bedroom where she is to be ravished for 
her first time. Opening the door, but standing behind 
it so if anyone was in the hallway they wouldn’t 
observe how I was dressed, let Jason enter.

"You’re beautiful," Jason spoke with a softness that 
surprised Dorothy.

Moving to him, I hugged him and my lips settled on his 
in a quickness that surprised both of us. I moved my 
tongue from my mouth, and into Jason’s and hunted 
within his with my tongue, with no thought of French 
kissing, but to simply explore the expanse of his mouth 
as intimately as possible.

The only thought in my mind was I wanted sex. Not to 
wait even for an instance but to lead this boy into my 
body, and feel his hardness fill my sexual void 
straightaway without delay. Briefly, as I undressed 
Jason, I questioned how I’d gone without sex all those 
years. Was I attempting to capture those lost years in 
a single love affair with this barely legal aged boy?

"Dot, your so different today, what should I do to 
help," Jason asked in a firm and husky voice?

"Don’t say anything, just take me as I can’t wait, and 
I need you now, Jason. Oh my God, yes!" I cried out in 
a shrill voice as I felt my inner being accept Jason’s 
firm and erect manhood, as he pushed his erection 
completely within my body in a straightforward shove.

For me it seemed I was having one orgasm after another 
as Jason simply rode my body and brought every carnal 
desire my soul could release. "Take me, God, take me 
Jason, take me and give me all of you. Harder Jason, do 
me harder and faster. God I’m coming over and over from 
your doing me."

For Jason it was quick and hard as he felt his 
ejaculation start from deep in his groin after just a 
few minutes of stroking into the insatiable woman 
laying spread eagled under him. He was amazed to find 
how this time Dot had kept her legs wide apart and 
moved her hips up to capture him. Thinking back to the 
previous day, Jason remembered how she had kept 
wrapping her legs around his back and hips. Now she 
seemed to use her legs as a means to raise her hips and 
body upward as he drove into her.

"YES! JASON, I’M COMING! don’t ever stop, it’s so 
wonderful. Come with me lover, give me your cum," I 
cried and sobbed out at the same time. Never had I felt 
such passion as I was now.

Jason was also coming, and when he felt his manhood 
spray his juices into the woman under him he moaned and 
his voice wouldn’t utter words. Just guttural sounds 
with no meaning, except the sounds as old as time, of a 
man sowing his seed inside the female of the species, 
as if they were animals breeding with one of their own.

Finally both were finished in their release of sexual 
tension that comes from the ultimate closeness between 
a man and woman. Jason felt heavy on her but she wanted 
him atop her and wouldn’t allow him to escape from her 
legs gripping around his upper thighs and tight against 
the lower part of his hips. Never could I have imagined 
such release from sex. During the first years of having 
sex as a teenager and while married did my body betray 
emotions in sex so strongly.

Smiling to myself, I begins to use my vaginal muscles 
to arouse Jason’s manhood to again become erect. His 
youth allowed him to respond within just a few minutes 
and again begin the movement of sexual intercourse. 
This time took longer and although I didn’t have an 
orgasm, I felt it was so fulfilling to enjoy the 
pleasure received from Jason’s youthful and somewhat 
larger than average manhood. If I died at this moment, 
it would be truly a wonderful experience to feel such a 
young boy in the grip of my still youthful and smooth 
thighs.

Several minutes passed before Jason moved from my body 
and I felt disappointment as he moved onto his side and 
lay with his right leg across the lower part of my 
body. "Jason, you’re truly wonderful when it comes to 
making me happy sexually. Some girl is going to really 
find an ideal love partner in you," I whispered in my 
still short of breath voice.

"I only want you, not some other girl. No one could 
give me such feeling and love as I have with you. I 
love you, Dot," Jason told her.

For several minutes we rested and spoke of what our 
relationship meant to each other. I realized Jason was 
truly in love with me, and understood that being his 
first, played a large role in his romantic beliefs. I 
wondered how long it would be before I must tell him he 
needed to find himself another girl to love. But for 
the next few days I knew I would want him taking me in 
sexual ways, and as I thought these things, I moved 
down and begins to take him with my mouth.

Jason’s body begin to shake and his erection was so 
taunt with feelings from my mouth sucking and moving up 
and down his erection, that he thrust his hips up from 
the bed as my mouth moved up to the head of his penis. 
Feeling my tongue swipe across and around his erection 
made the need to release his cum even more demanding. 
Then he felt me kind of bite around the very tip of his 
manhood. With tight suction and grip of my lips as I 
lightly bite him, causing him to shot-off into the 
warmth of my throat. Crying out his release, Jason felt 
like his body was falling apart from the stiffness it 
developed and was like a glass shattering when he went 
off.

Both of us were enjoying the aftermath of our sexual 
releases and fell asleep in total contentment. I opened 
her eyes and realized that it must be late as the room 
was dark, with the exception of the light from the city 
shining through the bedroom windows. Looking at the 
clock on the night stand I saw it was 2:30 in the 
morning.

"Jason, wake up, it’s late."

Waking slowly, he noted it was dark and when I advised 
him of the time, he could only think how irritated his 
mother was going to be with his being out so late and 
not calling either.

"Should I call my mother?" he asked.

"No, she will see my number on your caller ID, and that 
will be big mess. Get dressed quickly and call from the 
payphone across the street by the coffee bar. Tell her 
you were with some friends and your on your way home," 
I told him.

Dressing quickly, Jason was out the door within five 
minutes and I wondered if he would be honest with his 
mother as to where he had been. How could I have let 
this boy be with me so easily and have not stopped it 
before I became intimate with him, ran through my mind?

All the next day I worried about what had happened when 
Jason arrived home and would he have informed his 
mother about me. Several times I thought of calling him 
but was afraid his mother would know it was me calling 
or worst yet, listen in on our conversation.

Leaving the university that afternoon, I was surprised 
to find Jason waiting for me as I turned down the 
street on which I lived. "Hi Sweetheart," Jason spoke 
as I approached him.

"Why are you here? Are you trying to comprise me or 
what are you thinking, by waiting for me here this 
way," I inquired of him?

As they walked, Jason spoke of how his mother was upset 
and cried out that he had never been late like he was 
last night. He said he did not tell her where he had 
been but that he and a couple friends had gone to Times 
Square on the subway and just walked around.

They walked one block over and then headed to my condo 
so they wouldn’t be seen walking and entering my 
building together. Once inside, I told Jason I wanted 
to take a quick shower and would be right back with 
him. Entering the shower I hadn’t considered his 
following me into the shower and when he opened the 
door and stepped in under the hot spray, I became 
somewhat concerned with his boldness.

Before I could say anything, Jason pulled me into his 
arms and begin to kiss me and feel my breast with one 
hand while rubbing and squeezing my hip with the other. 
I resolved to tell Jason not to posses my body so soon, 
as feelings passed from the intimate feeling he aroused 
in me as he took the lead in our foreplay. Within a few 
moments he turned the shower off and laid me down onto 
the floor and moved so his face was between my thighs.

"You have much more hair down here than my mother, but 
I guess she must shave hers off or something. My mom’s 
pubes are very thin and being so light it doesn’t cover 
her like yours. Do you ever shave yours," Jason asked?

"Not since I got divorced, do you like all my hair, 
Jason?" Now I had thoughts of incest passing across my 
mind as I considered his comments about his mother’s 
pubes. Jason had spoken about being nude with his 
mother in the hot tub, but still his remarks seemed 
more than just nudity was involved.

Jason looked as if my hair was the most beautiful part 
of my body and replied, "I love it, and its really 
thick." Then he asked, "May I kiss you down here?"

"Yes. That would be wonderful," I replied and felt his 
lips move onto my vulva and his tongue moved from his 
mouth and parted the massive growth covering my mons 
and labia.

"Oh Jason, that is wonderful. Please don’t stop, your 
making me anxious to have you but I want your taking me 
with your mouth and soft tongue first."

Within moments my body responded, as my hips moved in 
all directions as my hands gripped Jason head, and 
pulled his face tightly into the wedge of my thighs. My 
voice chocked out my release, in his taking me as if I 
was the only thing that mattered to him in the world.

Which, was exactly what was passing through Jason’s 
mind as he felt his lover accepting and giving him her 
love. Licking her sex as far inside her opening as his 
tongue could each, he tried to bring her juices into 
his mouth and drink from her womb. The memories of what 
this was like would forever be etched in his mind. What 
would Dot say, if she had knowledge of him, having done 
this with one other woman? Jason never considers his 
experience in oral sex to having intercourse, but 
always considered he was a virgin until he had entered 
Dot’s body.

I felt a climax building as it ripped from deep within 
my body. My medical knowledge allowed me to analyze 
what I felt and provide the insight of how wonderful 
Jason’s oral sex brought me to orgasm. Still I was 
puzzled as to how he knew exactly the way to perform 
oral sex on a woman and wondered if he hadn’t done this 
before, and several times at that.

Taking Jason’s face between my hands, I pulled him 
upward until he was nestled against my pubic area. 
Reaching down I found his hardness and guided him into 
my wet and willing body. Almost immediately the strokes 
were bringing me tingles as if I would climax from his 
simply starting the act of love in so few strokes back 
and forth in my vagina.

The feeling of my vagina being stroked by the young 
manhood of Jason, was creating sensations from my labia 
minora to the entrance of my uterus. Never had I 
reached such peaks of desires with my ex, and my body 
was still feeling the effect from Jason’s oral 
illation. Now I was feeling those sexual gratifications 
again as the young firmness drove deep and hard upward 
into the core of my body.

My body moved up to meet Jason’s inward strokes, while 
my hands pulled Jason’s hips in an attempt to pull his 
whole body inside the aperture of my female cavity. 
Nothing hindered the strong male phallus that was 
penetrating me so firm and hard. Then the strongest 
orgasm ever to strike within my being, ripped from my 
soul and I sobbed out in both pain and pleasure as the 
pinnacle of release flooded from the wet cavern of my 
sex.

"Jason, don’t stop, pleases, don’t ever stop. I’m 
coming so hard and it won’t stop. It’s so good. God 
Jason, keep fucking me forever and ever."

Tears ran down my face from the intense relief the 
climax produced. Never would I have even considered 
such a climax was possible. Perhaps I should write 
about this in a medical report but that would expose my 
being with a young male and identify my personal life 
to the medical, and the rest of the world.

"I cum when you did, Dot, and it was so good, don’t cry 
and I’m sorry if I hurt you, but it felt so good to do 
it hard," Jason spoke in a soft soothing voice."

"No, it isn’t from hurt that has made me cry. That was 
the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced Jason. Just 
lay on top of me and let me hold you and we’ll take a 
nap like this. I want the closeness of you for now and 
then I have a question to ask you."

For almost an hour the two lovers, one the older woman 
and the other, a teenage boy, slept, and Dorothy awoke 
first from the sex induced sleep. She looked down at 
the head of the boy on top of her body and quivered 
when she remembered what he had produced in her inner 
recesses of womanhood.

"Jason, wake up! I think you enjoy using me as a 
mattress, correct?"

Stirring from his slumber atop the beautiful and petit 
woman, Jason moved his face and kissed her kips. His 
tongue sought hers as he pushed between her lips with 
his, and finding her tongue receptive to his probing, 
he moved his mouth as if to capture her tongue and 
never let it escape from his mouth. The feeling of all 
her pubic hair was still in his mind as he became 
aroused and felt his penis becoming hard as he lay over 
the softness of her body.

Moving just a slight amount, Jason felt his hardness 
parting her wet and clasping woman sex. Easing himself 
inside her body, he felt her sex engulfing him and 
seemingly tugging him deep into her chasm of pleasure. 
Slowly and with deep shoves his manhood moved back and 
forth between her labia. His pubic area ground against 
hers when he was fully inside her body and rubbed very 
firmly against hers, until he again pulled almost 
completely out of her sex.

"Jason, don’t tease me, just fuck me deep and hard, oh 
my god, you make me crazy."

I could not understand how I could speak with such 
blunt language, and I had never used such words before 
in my life, and I cried out, "Fuck me, Jason, just fuck 
me!"

I was remembering how I had thought of having my 
nipples bitten, and asked Jason, "Bite my nipples," and 
when he moved his mouth over my breast, he took the 
protruding nipple between his teeth as he applied 
pressure. "Harder, Jason, bite harder, don’t be gentle, 
harder, oh god yes, only harder, yes hard, oh do it 
harder, I’m ready, I’m coming!"

Jason thought he could taste blood from biting her 
nipple so hard and when Jason had finished 
ejaculating,, he rolled from Dorothy’s body and lay on 
his side with his arm across her breast. He didn’t try 
to caress her breast, but simply let his arm drape 
across her firm and pointed breast. The taste of her 
blood was still on his tongue and saw he had bitten her 
nipple so hard that it was bleeding. His lips moved and 
took it gently into his mouth and he nursed more blood 
from the wound his teeth had made.

I felt a weird pain and soreness in her breast, and 
before Jason had commenced nursing the breast he had 
bitten as hard as she wanted, I saw it was bleeding. 
Now he was sucking my blood into his mouth and my body 
shook with the delight of what we were doing. I must be 
sick, wanting such behavior and to have desired the 
extreme pain. 

I knew nothing had ever felt or was like the abhorrent 
and likely obscene pain of my nipple being bitten. When 
I had considered wanting this before meeting up with 
Jason, I didn’t realize how hard he would desire in his 
biting me. I knew the large projection of my mammary 
gland would be sore for several days, but for now, 
relished the feeling.

"I have to ask you a very personal question Jason, but 
I want an honest answer, and please do not hold back on 
your response. Tell the truth or I’ll never be able to 
see you again but I want the truth." I finished her 
questions with, "Do you agree to this?"

"Yes, ask me whatever you wish and I’ll always tell you 
the truth, Sweetheart."

That, she thought is another of his endearments that he 
calls me, that I wish he wouldn’t but he is young. That 
is part of his age groups and about being with a girl 
and going all the way.

"I believe you were a virgin when we made love the 
first time, true?"

"Yes, I was a virgin."

"But I also believe you have had oral sex with someone 
before me, tell me the truth, have you, and with whom?"

"Dot, don’t make me tell you."

"You must be honest, as you promised me you would be 
perfectly honest." Finishing her comment, adding, "So 
tell me."

"You’ll not be mad if I tell you all of it, Dot?"

"No, so tell me the story."

"Promise you won’t be upset with me or anyone else, if 
I tell you of having engaged in oral sex before I did 
with you."

"I won’t be upset with you my little lover boy, as I 
have feelings for you that a woman my age should never 
have."

For the next half hour, I listened as Jason told how he 
begin having oral sex with a woman when he was 
thirteen. That it was still a sexual part of his life 
until after he met me. Then he explained how it begun.

"On my thirteenth birthday, my mother and I were in the 
hot tub nude. Mom got out of tub and told me she would 
be right back that she had to get something."

Jason paused for a moment as if to get his thoughts 
together and resumed his story. "Mom came back after 
going into the house and she was carrying a small 
birthday cake with two lighted candles that were the 
number’s one and three." 

Jason told how she sat on the edge of the hot tub and I 
got out and set next to her and she cut the cake and 
she had small paper plates and plastic forks for us to 
use in eating my birthday cake. "While we were eating 
the cake, a piece of mom’s fell onto her lap and landed 
right at the edge of her legs where they join her 
body."

"Looking at mom, I asked her if she wanted me to eat it 
from her lap so it didn’t fall into the hot tub." Then 
he added, "It was an honest question, with no sexual 
intent."

"Sure why not," she had told Jason.

"So I leaned over and started to eat the cake from 
where it lay on her legs and when I took a bite I got 
some of her pubic hair in my mouth." Jason stated 
laughing, then went on with his story, "Mom laughed and 
asked if I was trying to eat her?"

Dot, "I remember looking up as I lay with my face bent 
over her legs and told her, yes, and then I ate the 
last of the cake and pushed my face tight against her 
body."

Looking at me, Jason went on, "When I did that, my mom 
let me push my face in between her legs and my lips 
were against her sex and I was curious, as my friends 
and I had often spoken about what it must be like to 
kiss and lick a girl between their legs." Jason paused 
and looked into my face, as if he need assurance to 
continue.

I listened as Jason continued, "Mom kind of opened her 
legs a little wider and then told me that she would be 
in real trouble if my father found out what she had 
allowed me to do with her."

"Perhaps we should go shower together, then maybe 
continue what you were doing to me," Jason said his 
mother told him.

"Dot, once we were in the shower, I became excited and 
was hard and mom laughed about my being big." My hand 
reached out and captured his again erect manhood. "Then 
she washed me off and after a short while I was ready 
to squirt off but she must have known what was going to 
happen and she stopped."

"Then we got out of the tub and after drying off, 
walked into my bedroom. Mom lay down on the bed and 
told me I could do some more of what I had commenced 
doing at the hot tub. At first I didn’t know what 
exactly I should do, but mom told me where to lick and 
kiss between her legs."

Pausing a moment, as if he would be in trouble for 
breaking hid bond with his to never tell about what 
they had done, then he went on with his story. 
"Suddenly mom began to move her hips in all directions 
and her hands held me tight against her Just like you 
do when I make oral love to you, Dot."

Jason looked at me, then started telling me the story 
once more, "After that, mom and I would do that at 
least once or twice a week. Mom told me no one had ever 
kissed or licked her between her legs, not even my dad. 
One time she told me dad thought anything but regular 
sex wasn’t right to do and he refused to kiss her 
thing."

When I heard how long this had been going on, I 
wondered why Jason’s mother hadn’t had sex with him.

"Dot, for the past five years I’ve made mom feel good 
by having oral sex with her. She would never do it to 
me or let me even put my penis against her sex. I asked 
her to jerk me off, that is what my friends and I 
called masturbation, but she wouldn’t do that all the 
way either."

Jason backed up in his story to tell me about her 
stroking him, "The first time in the shower I told you 
about I was ready to go but she stopped and wouldn’t 
finish it for me. Mom would watch me do it to myself 
and let it splash against her sex but not let me put 
inside her."

No wonder Jason seemed to be on the verge of 
frustration when we first had sex, I thought as I 
listened to his history with his mother. "Jason, has 
your mother never made you go off, I mean it seems so 
unfair for you to satisfy her, but lets you hanging."

"Dot, for the past few months when mom and I are in the 
hot tub she will reach out and stroke me and make me go 
off," Jason added. "It started the day I turned 
eighteen, and I had just had oral sex with mom, and I 
asked her to jack me off just once, especially for my 
birthday," and Jason describe how she had continued 
doing so every so often since then.

"Christ, Jason, how many times have you had oral sex 
with your mother?"

"At least twice a week for the past five years but 
sometimes we would do it three or four times in a 
week." Pausing, Jason added, "I don’t really know, Dot, 
are you mad at me?"

"No, Jason, but you mustn’t ever tell anyone else about 
your mother and you."

"I would never tell anyone, but I felt safe in speaking 
to you about my mother and I, and Dot, you know how it 
would be for us, being Jewish and all."

"Has she asked you anything about me, Jason?"

"She wanted to know if I was with you when I stayed 
that night when we had fallen asleep? Dot, but I told 
her she didn’t need to know."

"Dot, mom looked at me and said she already knew that I 
had engaged in sex with you, and she wanted me to be 
happy, but not to be a problem for you. What did she 
mean about being a problem for you? You know I’d never 
be a problem for you or hurt you, don’t you Dot,"

Looking at Jason, I smiled and replied, "Likely she was 
informing you that because of my professional work, you 
must never discuss our relationship with others."

Thinking for a moment, I laughed loudly and continued, 
"Maybe it is because your large down there and she’s 
afraid you’ll hurt me with all that manhood."

After a while, we again made love and this time Jason 
was gentle and made me desire he become more firm in 
taking me. When he ejaculated, I felt him shudder, from 
I knew, the easiness in his taking my body gently. No 
way could I ever forget this moment as I understood he 
was concerned about my joke of him being big and might 
hurt me. I begin telling him about what his mother may 
have meant when she had spoken about him being large, 
and he should taken it as a joke.

About an hour after Jason left, I turned on the TV and 
the news was just coming on the air. I was surprised to 
see the screen had a view of the street just outside my 
building. The announcer was telling that a speeding 
vehicle had ran up onto the sidewalk, striking and 
killing three pedestrians. No names were available but 
looking closely at the screen, I thought the shoes 
sticking out from under the sheet on the one body 
looked familiar.

"No, God no, it can’t be, I thought aloud!"

Grabbing my purse and rushing out into the hallway, I 
waited impatiently for the elevator. When it finely 
arrived, I couldn’t wait until it reached the lobby of 
the building, and I ran outside to the scene of the 
accident. A police officer stopped me, but after 
explaining I was a doctor, and showing my university 
identification, allowed me to approach the bodies.

Talking to the police and medical personnel near the 
body, I explained the one male was a close friend and 
if the police so desired, I would notify the parents, 
as my worst fears had been confirmed. The one body was 
Jason.

I was stunned and remembered how vibrant Jason had been 
just a few minutes previously. Talking to the 
detectives again, I listened as the officers requested 
I contact the young man’s parents. They agreed it might 
help ease the pain for them, and the police captain 
would go with me, if I wished.

I rang the entrance bell of the condo where Jason’s 
parents lived. What do I tell them, I wondered?

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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