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Older And Sexier
by Caesar (address withheld)

***

While my friends concentrated all their time and energy 
on the girls of my high school in a attempt to vent 
even a minute amount of sexual frustration, I aimed my 
own in another direction. (m-teen/F+, mdom, milf, inc)

***

It all started three years ago, when I was a 14 year 
old teenager. Hitting puberty not long before I still 
had the tall lankiness of that age, my body hard with 
muscles from sports but otherwise uninspiring. It was 
that year that I truly came of age, you see I finally 
noticed girls. 

- Bonnie - 

It was a girl at school that I first noticed, and had 
my first teenage crush upon, she was tiny, cute and had 
a big bright smile. I was obsessed with her after I 
accidentally saw her full legs and panties when she 
fell upon the ice outside school one morning. No one 
else saw, and after a quick look and quickly pushing 
down her pleated skirt, she thought no one else saw 
either. 

Her name was Trish. 

I followed her everywhere, hounded and nagged her with 
my presence, and generally made of fool of myself. Yet, 
I never said more than two words to her up to that 
point. But my insistent teenage determination demanded 
that I act. 

So I went over to her home after supper time one 
evening. I can remember that the snow was falling 
lightly and the moon was bright. Even with few lights 
on the houses and the road lights barely making a 
difference, I thought the night was brightly lit. 

Her mom answered my knock. "Hello?" She was drunk. 
Trish's' mom was also a older model of her daughter, 
compact, cute and a wide generous mouth that I imaged 
could smile and brighten any room. 

"Oh... hi." 

"Yes?" I felt like a fool, what was I doing on Trishs' 
door late at night, her mom standing in a cold doorway 
as some awkward teenager stuttered his way through 
normal conversation. 

"Is Trish... I mean..." 

She interrupted, "Trish? No, she is at her friends 
tonight." She frowned and looked me slowly up and down 
in a most disagreeable way, as if I was a fancy dress 
in a shop window that she considered buying. "Would you 
like to come in? Out of the cold I mean?" 

I didn't see the reason for it, Trish wasn't home. The 
hours of building up my resolve to come here was 
wasted. If Trish had only been home! 

"Is she expected soon?" 

Her mom just smiled and stood back from the door, 
evidently Trish must be expected very soon. Not wanting 
this little adventure in my short life to end without 
at least talking to my objective, I thought it would 
not hurt to wait a couple of minutes. 

I stood in the foyer, pulling my jacket and winter 
boots off. "I'll make some hot chocolate, have a seat." 
She waved over towards the living room adjacent to the 
foyer. I watched her half-stumble her way to the 
kitchen. My teenage hormones forced me to check out the 
older woman. Nice. Small frame but round bottom that 
wiggled just the way I like it in those tight jeans she 
wore. Short but slim legs, well shaped from what I 
could see. Her hair was darker than Trish's, light 
brown, and shorter by a few inches but still hung half 
ways down her back. 

She finally returned with the chocolate and a beer for 
herself. "What is your name?" She practically slurred 
her words. 

"Ben." 

"I'm Bonny." And after a quick drink from her glass she 
asked, "Do you have a nice cock Ben?" 

Time stood still, the clock on the wall reverberated 
about the room, my heart pounded so loud I thought it 
louder than the clock and I froze. No one, I mean no 
one had ever spoken to me that way? So blunt, so 
graphic and so personal, especially a woman the same 
age as my mother. What could I say, how could I move... 
if I did, Bonnie would see how scared I suddenly was. 

She waited a few moments then asked another question, 
"Would you like to fuck me Ben?" 

That was it. Like some idiot, I started to cough and 
hack. The blood went to my face and I felt like my 
cheeks were on fire. 

Still keeping me unbalanced Bonnie set down her drink 
and stood, "Trish is staying at her friends overnight. 
If you want to fuck me, I'll be upstairs in my room." 
She slowly walked away, nearly tripping upon her own 
feet. 

As soon as Bonnie was gone I nearly ran to the door and 
started to fumble with my boots. God, how did I get in 
this situation? 

Then it hit me, with one boot on and bouncing about 
trying to get the second one on; Bonnie wants to have 
sex with me. Me! 

Holy shit! 

I slipped my boot off and stood there at the base of 
the stairs feeling nervous and extremely out of my 
realm of expertise. Approximately at that time was when 
the hormones finally kicked in. I even thought how it 
was unfair to have sex with a woman that was drunk, 
would she still have asked me if the alcohol was not in 
her system? Yet the hormones overrode common sense and 
intelligent reasoning, who cares! Bonnie, Trish's mom, 
wanted to fuck me! 

Wow. 

I ran up the stairs and found myself standing in the 
open doorway to Bonnie's room. It was the first time in 
my life that I've ever seen a naked woman. 

Bonnie lay upon her bed, right in the middle, fully 
unclothed. She was rubbing her hand between her legs 
over and in a generous mound of pubic hair. Her 
breasts, hung nearly to either side of her chest had 
dark inch wide nipples that beckoned my gaze. Her legs 
were wide apart, with knees slightly bent. It was a 
lewd and bawdy position, it was also more than I've 
ever seen. 

My teenage cock thrust painfully against my pants. It 
knew why it was here. 

"Come here and fuck me Ben." Her fingers spread the 
generous pussy and I saw the glistening pink beneath. 

My hands scrambled at pulling my clothes off. When I 
bounced comically about, anxious to loose my virginity, 
Bonnie continued to taunt me with her words. "Get that 
hard teenage cock in this pussy... fuck me hard... use 
me like a whore..." I climbed up on the bed, between 
her legs and aimed my cock towards the junction between 
her thighs as if it was my love missile. "...my husband 
likes whores..." My fumbled about, poking her hand, 
pussy and thighs - unable to deliver my missile. 
"...but he doesn't like to get them at home..." 

Bonnie grabbed my shaft with her free hand and held me 
firm, it was the first touch of a woman's hand upon my 
cock and it felt great, then she slowly pulled me 
towards her. Without preamble, I suddenly felt myself 
sink into the most desirable feeling in the world, the 
hot wet channel of a woman. 

Both her hands came out from between us and grabbed my 
skinny hard teenage ass and pulled me roughly in, 
towards her. I was seated fully within her love grotto. 

It was too much, I felt my cock begin to twitch and 
spasm as the seed of my loins flooded into the first 
vagina I've ever been in. Bonnie whined, "Come on my 
face, on my tits...", quickly I pulled from her 
allowing my seed to continue to spurt from my body upon 
her breasts. I aimed for her nipples, as sexy as they 
looked. "...use me like a whore!" 

I was. 

Bonnie grasped both her breasts and wrapped those 
delightful warm soft flesh globes about my cock. Nearly 
as delicious a feeling as her sex had been. She tilted 
her head and opened her mouth. A tongue began to tease 
the head of my cock even as the spasms were nearly 
gone. 

I knelt panting above her, looking down at the most 
incredible sight. 
Bonnie only stared at my cock. 

Thankfully, especially this being my first time, my 
cock never softened. Oh the pain-filled hardness was 
gone, but it still throbbed with desire. 

Bonnie looked up into my eyes with a lust filled smile 
when she realized the same. 

"My husband never fucked my tits before, never had me 
lick the head of his cock either." Awkwardly I moved 
off her, as she motioned me to give her room to move. 
"If he ever asks you...", she turned over and showed me 
that sexy round ass and got up on her knees, "...you 
will have to tell him how you fucked me, perhaps then 
he'll not need to go out to get his whore's." Bonnie 
motioned me behind her. 

The inexperienced idiot that I was, I had no idea what 
she was trying to get me to do. Thankfully she simply 
grasp my hard cock and pulled it until I again felt it 
enter her body. "Now fuck me Ben. Hard!" 

I did. 

It would soon become my favorite position, behind a 
kneeling passionate woman. I grabbed her hips and 
watched with delight as she slammed her body back 
against me again and again, my cock felt as if it half 
ways to her chest. Bonnie began to make noises that 
I've never heard before, noises that I wanted to hear 
again and again. It was of a woman in the heat of 
passion. 

Soon I again felt the familiar tingle in my balls and 
attempted to hold it back, unsuccessfully. Bonnie must 
have felt me tense up also, she squealed in delight and 
ordered, "Oh yes, come on my ass Ben. Come all over my 
asshole." 

Strange request, but I complied. 

Soon, I lay next to Bonnie on her marriage bed. She lay 
panting, her back to me. I couldn't take my eyes off 
her, she was beautiful, sexy and the most delightful 
sight I've ever seen. 

A mumble from her side of the bed, "Rub my ass Ben?" No 
longer was it a command from her, but a request. One 
that I had no problems in complying. 

"Hum... rub that wonderful spunk all over my ass." 

Certainly. My hand was bold, why not I thought after 
what we had just done, I slipped it between the cheeks 
of her round firm ass and slipped my sperm coated 
fingers around the tiny round hard muscle of her anus. 
I had seen it winking at me as I pounding her from 
behind, and thought how sexy it looked but had not had 
the nerve to touch it. With her request, I now did. 

She moaned lightly and squirmed about while also 
arching her back and pushing out her ass, which 
effectively allowed her ass crack to widen. I took this 
as permission to enjoy myself even more and slipped my 
finger into her backside. 

That was when the fun ended. She giggled, I have never 
heard a older woman giggle like this before and spun 
about which disengaged my hand. "That's enough stud." 
Me? "I'm going to have a long hot bath, maybe next time 
this whore may even let you even fuck her there!" In 
her asshole? Wow. 

Bonnie rolled out of bed and quickly disappeared into 
an adjoining bathroom. I slowly stood up, feeling as if 
I was on top of the world. Me, I had just fucked a 
woman. Not a teenage giggly inexperienced girl, but a 
real live sexy woman! I had given my virginity to this 
woman, or rather she took it from me. 

As I finished putting my sweater on I remembered two 
things. That Bonnie no longer staggered when she walked 
to the bathroom or was slurring her words since I 
joined her in her bedroom - was she even drunk? Why 
would she feel the need to fake intoxication. It made 
no sense to me. The other was her words as she 
departed, "...next time!"

I couldn't stop from smiling all the long walk home. 

My father wouldn't have noticed if we had a roof or not 
on our house but mom did, she asked me several times 
what I was smiling so much about. She asked for several 
days after my adventure with Bonnie. 

Something happened to me after I left Bonnie, something 
inside me changed from a young teenager, a boy really, 
to a young man. I knew what all my peers had been 
anxious to discover with girls their own age, what they 
wanted to ultimately do with them but didn't know how. 
I did, Bonnie had taught me without being a teacher. 

Trish approached me at school, though I thought she 
never even knew I was alive, "Hi Ben?" See, she wasn't 
even sure of my name. "Mom said you came around last 
Thursday. Did you want something?" 

Now a week earlier I would have stammered and stumbled 
at the approach with this sexy little teenager, but no 
longer. I no longer felt interest in her only her 
mother. "Yes, but I found more than I came for." I left 
her standing in the hallway with a puzzled frown upon 
her face. 


- Darlene - 

I have been shoveling Mrs. Harrison's walks for several 
years. With the abundant snow these last couple of 
winters, I've made enough to purchase a new bike last 
summer. Unfortunately, they had a very long walk and 
driveway. Fortunately, my pay reflected this when she 
came time to pay me. 

Mrs. Harrison had been living next to us for as long as 
my parents had been here. She and her husband were 
professional people, she being a lawyer I believe, and 
had no children. 

Big deal you may ask.

Just as I started to shovel, Mrs. Harrison drives up, 
waves and forces her truck past me into her garage. 
Thinking nothing of it, and this not being the first 
time, nor the last, that I was shoveling their walk 
winter. Half done I stood up to stretch and to catch my 
breath and saw Mrs. Harrison standing in her huge 
living room window with a steaming mug of tea in both 
hands looking right at me with a strange half-smile and 
faraway look. I simply waved spiritedly, she just 
smiled and turned about into the shade beyond my 
vision. 

I returned to shoveling. 

No big deal right? 

True. At least if I had not had a taste of older woman 
in the form of Bonnie. Don't get the idea that my one 
sexual experience left me an expert in the subject, far 
from it. Only that it left me with a new perspective 
towards the ladies that I never truly noticed before. 

Within her garage, hours later, I was cleaning off the 
shovel and pick before returning them to their rightful 
spot when Mrs. Harrison opened the inner door to her 
garage and smiled gently at me. "Good work again Ben." 

"Thanks Mrs. Harrison." 

"Can I pay you next week?" 

Of course she can, she always paid me at the end of 
each month for the sum total of my work. "Sure." I was 
finished with my tools and stood facing her, in all my 
winter bundled glory. 

Mrs. Harrison smiled again then turned as if she was 
leaving. "Do you have any hot chocolate Darlene?" 

It just sort of blurted out of my mouth. I certainly 
not had planned to ask or especially to use her first 
name. 

She stopped, looked over her shoulder with an 
uncertainly and surprised look and nodded. "Certainly. 
Come on in Ben." 

I have never used her first name before, and only had 
known it from overhearing conversations between my 
mother and Mrs. Harrison, Darlene. As I pulled off all 
my winter gear, it was cold that day I remember, she 
returned to the kitchen and I could hear her prepare my 
warm drink. 

In wool socks I eventually joined her, my sweater 
hanging comically half ways to my knees. I must have 
looked like a red cheeked bundled string bean. As she 
stirred in the milk for the coco, which I rarely have 
and is always a treat rather than simply instant hot 
chocolate, I enjoyed the sight of her. 

From the rear Mrs. Harrison looked rather good in her 
black jeans, white socks and fuzzy sweater. Her auburn 
hair bounced whenever she moved and her pale skin 
nearly as white as my own, blame it on the winter. 

Darlene must have noticed my appraisal and looked 
sideways over her shoulder with an unknown sparkle in 
her eyes. I know not what I had gotten myself into but 
felt a heat gathering between my legs and resisted an 
urge to give my cock a squeeze. 

She delivered the cocoa into my cold hands and our 
fingers lingered for just a brief instant. "My 
goodness, you are cold aren't you?" 

I just smiled and took a sip of the hot drink, it was 
very good. 

"Is your mother home dear?" 

"Yup, but she is going grocery shopping later today." 

She nodded, "I must call and ask her to get some frozen 
blueberries for me." 

Small talk sucks. 

I looked down right at the bump in her sweater, gauging 
her breasts to be small. "Do you find me attractive 
Ben?" 

With a flash I returned my eyes up to her own and found 
her face smiling with amusement. "I find you very 
attractive Darlene." I couldn't believe how calm my 
voice sounded, as if I had played this verbal game with 
many other ladies. In fact I felt my free hand 
trembling and grasped my mug of cocoa with both hands 
to stifle its movement. 

"You are a rare one dear, I'm older than your mother." 
She sipped at her tea mug but her eyes never left mine. 

What could I say, I just shrugged and again found my 
eyes drifting down to the bump in her sweater. In my 
absence both small mounds now had a prominent thrust of 
what could only be nipples. Darlene now had hard 
thrusting nipples that could even be seen beneath her 
expensive fuzzy sweater. 

I tried to return my gaze back to her face but could 
not, and found my eyes drifting down to her small waist 
and to the junction of her pant legs. I wondered what 
she looked like naked. 

My teenage hormones began to work overtime. 

Again I stared boldly at her nipples. A voice startled 
me, "Are you a breast man Ben?" 

Shit, she caught me. Finally I returned my gaze to 
hers. "No." She was about to ask a question but I 
continued, "though I would make an exception with yours 
Darlene." 

That caught her attention, as well as my own if the 
truth be told. Her eyebrows shot up and she looked down 
into the contents of her tea mug in silence. How bold 
can I be? Certainly not as bold as Bonnie had been... 
could I? 

No. Just asking such a bold question scared the hell 
out of me. 
Hell, my own mother may hear of it! 

I certainly did not want the conversation to end at 
this point and said, "Normally I am a ass and leg 
person. And yours are great Mrs. Harrison!" I meant it. 
They were great in a petite slender sort of way. 

Finally she looked back up into my eyes, "Darlene. I 
like it when you call me by my name Ben." She turned 
about, opened the dishwasher, bent over slowly and put 
in her now empty tea mug. I watched every movement. 
Finally she turned back to me, "No one has ever said 
those things to me before dear." Darlene actually 
looked sad. 

Truth was I was a bit surprised, of course she was no 
beautiful woman but, especially, for her age she looked 
great. "Even Mr. Harrison?" 

She snapped, "Especially my husband." She quickly 
softened her look. 
"Are you finished dear?" She meant my cocoa. 

I was and she also added this to the dishwasher, giving 
me a great show of her bent over ass. In fact she 
fumbled around, moving a few dirty dishes and cups 
about, all the while staying bent over for my pleasure 
I was sure. 

Finally she stood back up and faced me awkwardly. I had 
nothing to say. Of course I lusted after her but knew 
not what else or how else to approach her. To me I ran 
the marathon and couldn't get to the finish line, I had 
to quit. I turned and headed back to the garage door, 
"Well, I better get home. I'll tell mom that you wanted 
some blueberries." 

"Wait!" Her voice was rather frantic and I turned to 
find her roughly rubbing her palms along the flanks of 
her black faded jeans. "Do you have to go so soon?" 

Again I enjoyed the sight of her thrusting nipples. 
What else could I do, I hadn't the experience to take 
this little adventure of ours any further? I simply 
shrugged answered rather stupidly, "No, I guess not." 

"Would you like a quick lunch perhaps?" She now looked 
nervous, possibly even more so than I. Could I do this 
to her? What a flow of power and adrenaline flowed 
through my teenage veins. 

"No thank you." 

Nervously, Darlene looked about as if wondering what 
else she could offer me. Couldn't she tell what I 
wanted? Her nervousness was calming to me. 

I walked up to her slowly, "Would you like..." she 
started to ask but stopped when my hands came up to her 
chest. 

With a move that surprised me for years to come, I 
opened my hands palm towards her and placed them upon 
her small mounds pressing inwards until her nipples 
poked into my palms firmly. Her reaction surprised me, 
Darlene closed her eyes, sighed deeply and with a 
ragged breath she pushed her torso harder into my 
hands. 

Wow!

Towering about a foot above her five foot frame, I felt 
strong, big, powerful and in control. I suddenly wanted 
this woman with a passion that I never felt for anyone 
ever before, not even Bonnie. I brought my lips down to 
hers. 

Those lips were slightly open, enough to breath 
through, and partially dry. When my moist hot lips 
touch hers Mrs. Harrison came alive and her demeanor 
changed instantaneous. In a way, she attacked me. 

Darlene opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue 
forcing it between my teeth. Her hands came around and 
grasped my hard lean buttocks. As she forced her mouth 
upon me, not that I was disagreeable though, she 
groaned with a guttural sound into my open mouth. 

That woman taught me more about kissing in the ten 
minutes we stood there than most of my friends would 
ever learn. After attacking my mouth with her own, 
though her hands were also busy behind me, she softened 
her attack. Those hard fast kisses quickly turned to 
soft moist very sensual kisses that allowed her to 
grind her body into my hands and thighs. Darlene 
alternated with soft slow kisses to hard frantic rushed 
plunges of her tongue and lips. I loved it. 

We had been standing so long, kissing and fondling, 
though my hands never came off her breasts, that my jaw 
was actually tired. I slowly pulled away, opened my 
eyes and stood looking down into her eyes. 

With amusement she asked, "Now do you want to leave?" 
My answer was a big grin and both of her nipples found 
their way between my thumbs and index finger in a 
playful but firm pinch. "Oh god! I may come just from 
your hands on my tits and your kisses." 

She stood swaying slightly, as if there was a slight 
breeze, enjoying my hands upon her breasts. I twisted 
one nipple as my palm fondled her other round bound. 
"What is it you want me to do for you Ben?" 

Do? I wanted to fuck her. What else could she have 
meant.

Do you remember those moments in life that you felt as 
if you were in a place that you just didn't fit in? 
This was one of those for me. I suddenly felt as if 
Mrs. Harrison was being fondled by another person, a 
person that knew exactly what they wanted to do with 
her. I didn't, I was surprised to discover. 

I think she realized my sudden fear, yes fear, and took 
my busy hands in her own leading me to her living room. 
With her eyes never coming off my own she lead me, 
walking backwards I may add, to the middle of the room 
and pushed me gently backwards till I found myself 
seated facing her. 

Darlene took a step back and started to unbutton her 
sweater. It wasn't some erotic striptease but a slow 
deliberate undressing by a woman that hasn't been naked 
with a man, other than her husband, for many years. Her 
hands actually trembled as the buttons opened. 

She didn't hesitate but instead watched my eyes, my 
hungry eyes, as she allowed the sweater to drop to the 
floor before her. Still watching she reached behind to 
undo the brassier. 

Those conical white breasts suddenly revealed 
themselves to me. Her nipples were dime sized but 
thrusting far out like a small finger. I wanted to see 
her pull upon those sexy nipples and wanted to ask but 
found my mouth too dry to talk. 

No matter, with a slightly red face, Darlene began to 
undress the remainder of her garments. The white socks 
quickly disappeared, the jeans took a while longer but 
soon those joined the other clothing. The panty, white 
cotton but high in the hip and well cut in the crotch 
looked superb on it. Those also joined the small pile 
at her feet. 

Finally she stood completely naked and nervous before 
me. Her pussy, the same wonderful auburn as her head, 
was surprisingly sparse, with only a tuft above the 
dark pink cleft below it. 

"Do you still want to go?" She tried to smile as if it 
was a joke, but I knew better. I would never have 
guessed it before today but Mrs. Harrison must not 
think highly of herself. 

I just nodded an answer and was awarded with what 
looked like a thankful look on her part. 

Darlene didn't saunter or slink over towards me, as I 
had read some women like to do. Instead she took the 
short steps necessary to stand between my spread knees. 

No words were exchanged, though I would not be able too 
anyways, but our eyes stayed fast upon the other. 

Darlene bent at the waist and began to fumble with my 
pants, her trembling hands making it more difficult. I 
didn't need to watch to know that my cock suddenly 
found a way out of its prison, as the cool air kissed 
its sensitive surface. Darlene, though, stole a look 
down between my legs and gasped in what I could only 
take as pleasure. 

She didn't waste any time nor did I help or hinder as 
she quickly came closer and crawled up upon my waist, 
her knees to either side. Her warm hand fumbled with my 
shaft and her torso moved about anxiously. All the 
while I just watched her face, marveling at her beauty 
and that she too was nervous and excited just as I was. 

Then it happened, I felt her warm clenching wetness 
engulf my thrusting manhood. Darlene finally closed her 
eyes, wrapped her arms about my neck and threw her head 
back to groan loudly. 

Finally I looked away from her face and moved my gaze 
downwards to her breasts and to her navel. I reached 
around and grasped her tiny soft buttocks in my hands. 
Darlene groaned out and threw her face into my neck, 
her lips whispering, "Tell me what you want me to do 
Ben?" 

Crazy question, but this time I was more prepared to 
answer. I lifted her torso by her buttocks with my 
strong hands and whispered into her ear, "I want you to 
fuck me Darlene!" 

"Oh yes!" She began to move, ever so slowly, up and 
down upon my hard shaft. I dare say, she was noticeably 
tighter than Bonnie had been, while still feeling the 
abundant juices flowing down to drench the front of my 
pants. 

Movement caught my eye to my right and slightly over 
Darlene's shoulder, it was a mirror. I saw the most 
lewd and sexy sight of my life. A mature and very sexy 
woman who's body was perfect for my desires moving 
seductively and deliciously above my clothed tall 
teenage body. I couldn't help but watch the show 
Darlene inevitable put on for me a she twisted her head 
and back all the while her buttocks responded to my 
fondling. 

I pulled apart her buttocks to reveal the hairless 
crack and tiny brown winking hole between. Yes 
'winking', it opened slightly and closed as Darlene 
moved with the length of my cock. 

Remembering what Bonnie has said, I had wondered at the 
feeling of my cock within a woman's asshole, wondered 
how it felt for a woman. 

One hand moved inwards and I pressed my center finger 
against the hard round muscle. Darlene gasped when I 
touched her there and groaned out, "Oh god! Touch me 
Ben, use me please!" 

Certainly. 

I shoved, a little too roughly but it was my first 
time, my digit into her rectum to the third knuckle. 
Darlene hissed and grimaced in pain but it quickly 
subsided and turned to more moans of pleasure when I 
began to frig her ass in time with the cock in her 
cunt. 

When my mouth enclosed a tiny thrusting nipple and drew 
it strongly into the back of my mouth, Darlene suddenly 
clenched every muscle in her body and squealed out so 
loud it actually hurt my ears. I simply froze my body 
and watched her face as it danced with erotic music of 
a woman during the explosion of her orgasm. Her spine 
began to bend backwards and her head rolled about upon 
her neck as she called my name out again and again. Her 
body suddenly broke out in a sudden cold sweat and her 
skin got little goose bumps that only highlighted this 
special moment. 

Finally she lay above me, spent. 

My hormones were still raging and I moved my hands as 
if to steady her. I was going to roll her over with 
disengaging our erotic link. Instead a tired sounding 
Darlene placed her hands upon mine and moved her lips 
to my own. She kissed me soundly but quickly, "Let me 
darling, I want too...!" 

Again that petite sexy body began to move, my cock 
engulfed in the hottest most addictive furnace that I 
had ever imagined. 

Her arms wrapped about me in a strong embrace, her lips 
whispered in my ear, "I need to make you feel as good 
as you have made me feel!" Her tiny hard thrusting 
nipples poked through my clothing enough to notice. "I 
want you to fill me with you." 

Those words, the tight hot wet sex and her sweaty soft 
petite body was enough to grant Darlene her wish. My 
seed began to flood her depths. She also had another 
orgasm, smaller though. Our bodies clenched and 
vibrated with a symphony of pleasure. 

I sat panting beneath her sweaty body, feeling like the 
luckiest guy alive. My penis shrunk within her until I 
felt it begin to slither out of her slimy warm hole. 
Darlene groaned when it finally slipped out of her. 

I thought it was the end of our pleasure, that she was 
just as spent as I, but I was wrong. One last thing 
remained. 

Mrs. Harrison moved her face about to be able to gently 
kiss my lips with her own. It lasted only a few second 
before she started to slid off my lap. Instead of 
gathering up her clothing and retreating, this lovely 
mature woman knelt between my legs, bent forwards and 
without preamble began to lap at my slimy cock with her 
tiny tongue. 

What a pleasure it was to feel that warm tongue upon my 
soft and very sensitive cock. I can not even begin to 
express the sheer pleasure that shot from that organ 
throughout my body. Darlene licked like a puppy, 
lapping my cock and balls, and even my inner thighs and 
lower stomach. She cleaned me fully and with, dare I 
say it, love. 

When that tongue finally left me I again opened my eyes 
and watched as she reversed what she had done earlier 
and slip my soft member back into my pants. She left me 
laying there just as I had been before coming into her 
house while she still knelt, her cheek on my knee 
watching my face, still fully unclothed. 

I stroked her head gently enjoying the moment and the 
shared look. 


- Hana - 

I had changed. 

I knew it, my friends knew it, my teachers knew it, 
even my mother knew it. Yet, it was only I that knew 
what had changed me. It was my experiences with Bonnie 
and Darlene, two wonderfully different and sexy ladies 
that I had come to know intimately. 

Though only fourteen years-old, I stood straighter and 
had a sharper look in my eye. No longer was I afraid to 
talk with girls my own age, yet they held little 
interest for me. The reverse, though, was starting to 
change. Several of my female peers, whom I thought had 
never noticed me, started to flirt shamelessly. Hell, I 
never even noticed, but Sam did. 

Sam is my best friend, since we were nine years old we 
have been compatriots. While I was tall and thin, Sam 
was short and dumpy. While I did moderately well, 
without studying mind you, in school, Sam had to fight 
just for an average mark. Regardless, he was my best 
friend through thick and thin. 

It was only three days after I had cleaned Darlene's 
walks when I was invited and stayed over at my friend 
Sam's house for supper. It was a howling nasty night, 
with the wind chill dropping the already frigid 
temperatures. Piss would probably freeze before it hit 
the ground it was so cold. 

While we ate, Sam's father suggested I stay the night 
rather than brave the cold on the way to my home. It 
wasn't an unusual circumstance, me staying over, 
sleeping in the guest room. I agreed and phoned home to 
let them know. 

Something happened while we ate our supper. Something 
that I could never tell Sam about. Seems silly really, 
but that something is that I noticed how cute Sam's 
mother was. 

I never planned this to happen, this realization, but 
it did. Hana, as I called her, was returning from the 
kitchen with a tray of desert she had made and bent 
over to place it upon the center of the table. 

That was when 'it' happened. 

Hana had a very nice round sexy ass, raised up as it 
was. I could see panty lines beneath her heavy skirt 
that thrilled me with a energy. The turn of her ass as 
it pressed up and out, her straight back, the hanging 
huge breasts nearly touching the table beneath. 

I ate the cake and plum pudding in silence while at the 
same time watching Hana. No one noticed, no one that 
is, except Hana. Saw caught me watching her very large 
breasts as her family ate about us. They may as well 
have been invisible. 

Sam wanted go watch a television program and the rest 
of his family, minus his mother, quickly departed from 
the kitchen. I joined him in the family room watching a 
program that I had no idea what it was, I was thinking 
of Hana. Excusing myself, which Sam never even noticed 
so intent on the program he watched, I went into the 
kitchen on the pretext of getting a glass of water. 

Hana stood there washing dishes and only looked over 
her shoulder for a brief moment before turning her gaze 
back to the sudsy water. "How's the show Ben?" 

"Sam is enjoying it." I stood on the other side of the 
dividing counter watching her in profile. Magnificent, 
large breasts thrust far out, jutting buttocks and a 
slight curve of her stomach. "Have I mentioned how 
wonderful you look Hana?" 

She smiled sweetly and continued with the dishes. 

"And sexy?" My heart was accelerating, my own words 
amazed myself. 

That startled her, she turned towards me and frowned 
while studying my lust-filled gaze. "Ben...?" 

"Come to me tonight Hana? Please?" 

Her frown turned to astonishment, her eyebrows shot up 
and she dropped the dish rag she had been using right 
upon her clean floor. It splatted loudly but neither of 
us noticed. 

I turned about to go back into the family room, 
instructing as I went, "After everyone is asleep, come 
to me please Hana." 

Sleep, how could I sleep anticipating her arrival? The 
longer I waited alone in that chilled room upon that 
overly hard mattress, the more I thought my desire and 
request for Hana had been ridiculous, immature, even 
stupid. What if Sam found out, it would probably kill 
our friendship and I certainly did not want that! 

The door opened and like a breeze Hana slipped into my 
room. It was like a dream, her entrance so amazed me. 
She had come! 

Hana stood next to the bed, in her old house coat 
looking rather frumpy. She whispered, "Ben I don't 
think you should..." She gasped out as I threw the 
covers from my body and revealed my naked loins, I had 
anticipated her arrival. "...do this...!" 

I reached out, my mind not registering the words she 
spoke. I only knew that she had come to me as I 
requested and that I hungered for her. Deftly I slipped 
the robes sash off with one hand and her garment opened 
revealing her nightgown beneath. 

She just stood there mouth open in astonishment and 
eyes wide as I slipped my hand between the folds of her 
robe and beneath the thigh-high hem of her nightgown. 
Quickly I found a truly magnificent thick bush between 
her thighs. A virtual jungle of a pussy. 

Gently I slipped my finger tip into the depths of that 
kinky maze until I felt the slick soft junction of her 
lips. That was when Hana gasped and brought a hand up 
to hold over her mouth. Her eyes closed and she swayed 
as my fingers explored and gently slid back and forth, 
up and down, that wonderful grotto. 

Hana spread her legs wider and squatted down in a 
comical pose, but I wasn't laughing. I was stroking my 
hardness with my free hand. As the seconds turned to 
minutes, her sex began to spout with thick moisture and 
her lips flower open. It was another first as Hana 
pressed her torso down while my fingers were poised 
below her vagina and I found my finger inside a woman's 
sex. 

Hana squealed behind her hand, thankfully since her 
husband slept only a wall width away. 

She was gasping and vibrating her thighs as my finger 
moved in and out of her with a small descriptive 
squish. Each moment that I continued to pump into her 
the sound of her sex became louder and louder until it 
was a virtually echoing off the tiny spare room. 

Sam's mother suddenly clenched her sex and every muscle 
in her body as she held herself for that sexy summit. I 
watched fascinated with the contortions her round face 
undertook while that strange squealing sound escaped 
from somewhere deep in her throat. It also startled me 
when I suddenly felt my finger held firmly within her 
body, as if in a soft warm vise. I could no longer even 
move it for either her pleasure or my own. 

Hana's sexy soft body suddenly relaxed and she fell 
down upon me in my bed, exhausted and spent. Wow what I 
sight. No matter how many times I see such a sight, 
I'll never get enough when watching a woman in the most 
intimate of moments, the time she orgasms. And I 
learned something else, each woman was different, in so 
many ways, but they each orgasmed differently, 
deliciously. I can never get enough. 

I realized Hana was completely limp above me, so I 
moved her head so I could look in her eyes, asleep or 
passed out! Wiggling from beneath her I slipped out and 
lay on my side facing her not knowing what to do next. 
I was actually becoming worried that she may be hurt 
but had no idea what to do about it! I certainly could 
not call my friend or his father! 

Then she started to stir, slowly coming awake. Hana's 
eyes opened and she looked right into my own. She 
suddenly smiled happily and reached forwards to grasp 
my hand in her own as sort of a thank you. 

It didn't stay there long, her hand withdrew from my 
own and found itself wrapped about my hard thrusting 
member. Hana's soft warm eyes moved down between my 
legs and she devoured me with but a gaze. 

I knew it was time and reached out to grab at her huge 
hanging breast above her nightgown. Hana ignored my 
touch and moved her other hand down to grasp me in a 
two-handed grasp that I could only describe as a bear 
hug. Nor did she pay me any attention as I sat up upon 
my knees and struggled to get her bathrobe and then her 
nightgown off her body. All her attention was focused 
upon that thrusting manhood between my legs. 

"Its so big!" She whispered. 

It was? Her hands were not stroking it slowly and 
softly, a thumb rubbing my pre-spend over the soft 
sensitive head till the chill air kissed it. I was 
shivering with need at that point, my hands ravaging 
her huge hanging breasts. So soft, so warm, inviting! I 
even pulled and twisted her two-inch wide nipples but 
other than her nipples tightening and getting harder 
she never reacted. 

When Hana finally started to descend towards my cock, 
her mouth already opening and I could see saliva drip 
from her lips, I had to stop her. So close was I that I 
wanted something else, something that had attracted me 
from the start. 

She looked up at me in surprise, and tried yet again to 
descend towards my thrusting manhood. No, I wanted her 
another way. Roughly I grabbed her soft upper arms and 
twisted her about. Hana landed upon her hands and found 
me lifting up her hips so her ass rose in the air. 
Possibly still startled or stunned she never made a 
noise of or movement to stop me until I knelt behind 
her and the head of my cock was rubbing about her thick 
bush looking for the entrance to nirvana. 

At that moment Hana reached around her with a hand and 
tried to stop me while her face looked in horror over 
her shoulder, "No Ben!" Too late, I pressed forwards 
and sunk to my stomach within her body. 

Hana lost all her will to fight me, why I knew not, and 
drove her face down into a pillow to stifle another 
loud squeal of pleasure. 

I began to drive my cock in and out of her soft super 
wet cunt with a fierceness that embarrasses me. That I 
could grab the soft handles of her hips and pound, hard 
and fast, against her round raised buttocks making her 
body jiggle about lewdly, of my best friends mother. 

It wasn't to last long, I knew that before kneeling 
behind her. And my head felt as if it doubled in size 
within her before exploding and flooding her depths 
with my seed. Again and again I shot out the thick 
life-giving fluid right into my best friends mother. 
Just when I was nearly finishing I realized Hana was 
also orgasming again, her body again doing the dance of 
pleasure while her cunt held me in that familiar vise. 

It was a wonderful experience and we both collapsed 
onto our sides in exhaustion with me still inside her. 

I awoke hours latter and was startled to discover the 
luminescent clock next to the bed said it was nearly 
time to get ready for school. As well Hana and I had 
not moved one inch in the night, my soft cock was even 
within her sex partially. She was even snoring softly 
and held one of my hands to her huge hanging breast. 

The intimate position, the soft warm naked body before 
me and the morning on my teenage hormones was enough to 
put lead in my pencil. My cock quickly rose, digging 
into her sexy depths. It, I, was ready for me so ever 
so softly, so not to wake her, I rolled her back over 
upon her back and spread her legs. I had to withdraw 
myself from her loins but she was still asleep and 
never disagreed when I knelt between her thighs. 

My cock sunk easily within the still very went hole 
that belonged to my best friend's mother, and I knelt 
above her upon my hands and knees in the classical 
missionary position. 

Even as my cock pulled nearly out of her body Hana 
opened her eyes and looked up at me in horror, "Oh my 
god!" I drove into her and she jerked her knees upwards 
off the bed and closed her eyes. Again I pounded into 
her body, perhaps not as hard as the night before but 
with just as much lust. I enjoyed the sight of her 
breasts swaying and bouncing about upon her chest, the 
nipples already hard and begging to be sucked. 

As I couldn't reach her breasts I grunted, "Feed me 
your tits!" 
Eloquent am I not? 

She grasped her large breasts from the side and pushed 
them up together towards my mouth even as she argued, 
"Ben, this is wrong... please don't stop!" Her short 
legs came up and around my waist to lock together 
behind me even as I stretched my neck down so my mouth 
could engulf a nipple. 

Every time I slammed down onto and into her she grunted 
as if her body was forced to expel air. I alternated 
sucking and nibbling on first one nipple then the other 
until both were covered in my saliva. When I was busy 
sucking upon her right breast I was surprised when she 
forced her left up to her chin and began to run her 
thick tongue all about its hard protruding nipple. When 
the next I alternated and sucked on her other nipple 
she then took the right one and flicked her tongue back 
and forth over the bud. 

"Come in me darling... come in momma!" 

Momma? 

I began to shoot my seed, surprising the both of us. 
Hana's sex swallowed every drop I had to give while 
squealed into a pillow. I bit into a thick nipple as I 
felt the life-force leave my body through my dick. 

Soon I lay above her sweaty body panting in time to her 
own. 


- Jody - 

My mother eyed me suspiciously for the next several 
days, though I'm not even sure why. Perhaps because it 
was my nonchalance when she told me Trish had phoned 
and I didn't care. Mom had to know that there must be 
another woman to take my mind off a cute teenager like 
Trish. 

Mom never said a word but I did catch her looking at me 
more often with a small tickle in the corner of her 
eye. I took nothing of it. 

Jody was the name of a woman that worked out of a small 
corner diner near the school, she worked the late 
shift. Sam and I had often descended upon the place 
after school or when skipping class, it had cheap and 
abundant Chinese food that we enjoyed. 

I descended upon the place once again, but alone. Jody 
smiled at me, recognizing and waving me towards a free 
booth. In actuality, the place was empty, the after 
school crowd long gone and Jody and I had never 
actually talked outside of ordering food. 

Regardless I wanted her. 

Jody was a couple years younger than my mother, 
divorced and had a young daughter. I had learned all 
this from listening to her conversations when Sam and I 
were lounging. 

It started a week after I stayed over at Sam's home, 
when he suggested we skip out and get down to the diner 
for some food. I turned him down but my mind suddenly 
remembered Jody. 

Now Jody was no beauty but, contrary to the other new 
ladies in my life, I had been attracted and noticed her 
before I first lost my virginity. You see, Jody had one 
of the best asses around. She knew it too, as she 
always wore, out of style but still attractive, skin 
tight jeans that left little to the imagination. She 
had long legs and often wore cowboy boots that raised 
her height another two inches. Her face has aged, by a 
harsh life I could only guess, but she had long brown 
straight hair that she normally wore in a pony. 

With my new found interest towards ladies and had been 
successful, on my standards, I came to the conclusion 
that I wanted this hard working woman. 

"What will it be for you today sweetie?" Did I mention 
she liked to flirt? For the last year she has been a 
regular in my fantasies, now I wanted to make those 
fantasies into reality. 

"I was wondering if you wanted go out to a movie after 
you get off work?" My voice was surprisingly steady, I 
was impressing myself. Though I thought my words 
sounded rather immature, I certainly didn't want to 
date the woman just fuck her. 

She looked surprised, amused and then calm, in that 
order, as she let me down easy, "My boyfriend wouldn't 
like that very much sugar." 

"Ben, my name is Ben." I stuck out my hand which she 
looked at for a second and then shook it. Her hands 
were cold and dry, hard working hands. "And I want you 
to know that I have had many fantasies about you." 

That startled her and after a brief look to see if I 
was serious she laughed it off. "I think I'm a little 
old for you Ben!" 

I never even broke from my soft smile, "I want you to 
teach me to lick pussy till you scream." Her smile 
disappeared. 

"Your serious?" She sounded incredible and I nodded 
affirmative. Finally she asked, after an awkward pause 
and look shared between us, "And what do you get out of 
this honey?" 

What did I get out of this? "I get the taste of you on 
my tongue and some great additions to my fantasies." 

She laughed to herself and spun about stopped and then 
spun back towards me. Jody pointed through the frost 
covered window towards a old station wagon, "Meet me by 
that car in a half hour, I have a break coming up..." 
She didn't look too sure of herself. 

My youthful anticipation showed through, "Do you 
mean...?" 

That gave her confidence and she smiled, "Your a 
strange young man Ben and yes I mean just that!" 

I practically ran out of there my heart was pumping so 
hard so fast. I walked about the dark white night in 
the blowing snow, the weather still harsh, and my wait 
seemed endless. Yet it never made a difference, Jody 
had agreed to my lewd suggestion. 

A bundled shape come out of the diner and made its way 
towards me and the car. Jody of course. 

"Hi stud. Ready for your lesson?" I simply nodded my 
excitement hidden by my chattering teeth. "Get in and 
I'll start the car to warm us up." 

I got in the passenger side and she in the drivers 
side. Even with the crappy weather the car started fine 
surprising since it wasn't plugged in. When the heater 
began to blow cold air and the engine was running she 
turned towards me, "It'll warm up in a second." She 
hadn't worn gloves and rubbed her hands together. "I 
only have a little while before I have to get back to 
work." 

There was no patrons and only the cook left in the 
place, "No problem Jody." 

"Your a strange one Ben. Were you serious what you said 
in there?" 

"Every word." 

She smiled almost shyly, "My boyfriend doesn't like... 
well he doesn't go down on me much... ever." 

"I can think nothing I'd rather do with you!" 

"That's sweet Ben. No fucking though!" She sounded 
stern and I was surprised by her statement, I had 
assumed I would get something out of this meeting also. 
Jody must have seen my face and said, "Don't worry 
stud, I think you'll enjoy yourself." 

She suddenly giggled, "I haven't done it in a car since 
before my daughter was born." 

I was beginning to think Jody was a slut. Oh well, I 
think that term could be now applied to me! 

When I felt the warm air blowing upon my cold cheeks, 
Jody turned about and crawled into the back of the car. 
"Just a second and I'll clean a space up back here." 
She was serious about doing it in the back of a car! 

I watched as she pushed aside a wide assortment of 
items, from kids toys to blankets to extension cords 
and jumper cables to a deflated spare tire. A station 
wagon certainly had a lot of space. 

Without even looking at me she spread out a blanket on 
the floor of the wagon, and lay down upon it as she 
wiggled and tore at her clothing to get it off. Even 
with the heater I doubt the warmth of it had spread to 
the back of the car, Jody must be getting cold. Because 
she eventually ended up with her sweater and tee-shirt 
thick cocks and nothing else. 

Finally she moved towards me, "Time for your lesson 
stud!" 

It was a crazy setting but I could care less, this was 
the woman of my fantasies even if this was not one of 
the things I had imagined. I crawled back to her. 

I couldn't kneel straight up, my shoulders were at the 
height of the roof. It was an awkward and embarrassing 
situation to wiggle and crunch enough to get undressed. 
As it was to cold to get naked I simply went down to my 
long johns and socks. If she wanted to get at more of 
me it would be simple enough to do. 

"Come here stud. Lesson one!" She giggled and I think 
she was as nervous as I was. I knelt down between her 
white chilly looking thighs and placed my face an inch 
away from her bald sex. Yes I said 'bald'! Wow, what a 
sight, I simply stared at it in awe and lust. 

"Like it Ben? My boyfriend likes me to shave it every 
day." Indeed I very much liked it. She had a pretty 
cunt. 

It began. "Lightly blow on my crack honey." I did and 
she wiggled her hips out while giggling. "Hum... 
again." Same response. 

"Not stick out your tongue." I felt her cold fingers 
touch my face and moved to my mouth. "Softer." I forced 
my tongue to just hang out of my mouth. "Not like a 
limp noodle!" For some reason I thought that funny and 
giggled before trying again. "Good, now very, very 
gently lick my whole crack." She moved her hand out of 
the way and I slide closer and did as I was bid. 
"Hum... nice. Again." I did, again and again. 

"Next time you do it arch the tip of your tongue just a 
little and flick at my clitoris." She lifted her head 
to look down at me, "You do know where my clit is don't 
you?" I answered by doing as she asked. She dropped her 
head back to the pile of her jeans and panties while 
groaning loudly. "God that was good. Do that enough 
times you'll have this cunt to lick any time you want!" 
Just what I wanted! 

I noticed her bald outer lips had spread or flowered 
open and the wrinkled inner lips were available to my 
inexperienced tongue. Again and again I licked her, 
slowly steady. Starting softly each successive slash 
with my tongue came just a little harder. I also 
started lower down until I was essentially sliding my 
tongue along the crinkled pink hole of her ass before 
sliding up past her wet sucking lower hole of her 
vagina past her flowered inner lips to swipe at her 
clitoris with a hardened tip of my tongue. 

"Oh god! Harder Ben please!" I ignored her and 
continued on the slow and steady accelerated pace that 
I had started with. Jody must have realized I was no 
longer listening to the teacher and simply relaxed and 
enjoyed. She also became much more vocal, groaning and 
moaning with every touch of my tongue. 

Soon this older hard working woman was begging this 
early teenager to finish her, to bring her to climax. I 
was not to be rushed, I wanted to enjoy this. You see, 
Jody had a peculiar taste, a bit salty and sweet at the 
same time. She smelt of sweat, stale perfume and even a 
bit of urine. I could care not. It was the first real 
taste of a woman I had and I was enjoying myself 
immensely. 

"Ben please!" She was pressing her hips up so her pussy 
pressed harder against my tongue. I knew she was mine, 
I had learned enough in these last weeks to know that a 
woman, in the heights of passion, rarely held to her 
reservations. I knew I could fuck her right now, only 
that I didn't want to, I wanted her to scream out in 
passion even as my tongue fucked her. "I'll do whatever 
you want just make me come damn you!" 

That was just what I intended on doing. With two 
fingers I slipped them between the bald slick thick 
outer vaginal lips and into the depths beneath. As I 
plunged those two fingers my tongue suddenly attacked 
her pulsating hard clitoris. In seconds it was enough 
to push Jody over the edge. 

She wasn't near as exciting to watch as the other 
ladies in my life. Yet she suddenly clenched up, 
squeezed my head between her strong waitress thighs and 
lifted her hips off the floor of the car. 

It lasted all of thirty seconds until she collapsed and 
lay still, tired. 

"Wow! Your sure you never did this before?" 

I sat up, licking her juices from my lips, "No never." 

She also sat up onto her elbows looking at me, "Honey, 
any time you want to lick a bald beaver you just nod in 
my direction and you'll find my legs spread wide for 
you. Okay?" 

I just smiled for an answer. 

"Your turn?" I hoped so. "Switch places with me." 

We did, Jody first put her coat back on then she knelt 
between my spread thighs. She pulled down the top of my 
long underwear which allowed my pole to thrust upwards. 

"Not bad. How old did you say you were again?" 

I saw no reason to lie, "Fourteen." 

Jody licked her lips, "I'm turning into a cradle 
robber! And to think, your cock may get bigger yet." I 
had no idea I was anything but normal in size. Once I 
saw my father get out of the shower and I would say I 
am the same size as him. Of course he's quite a bit 
older than I am. 

"I take back what I said earlier, I'd love to have you 
fuck that beast inside my cunt!" Jody was much lewder 
than my other partners had been to date, I must say I 
prefer the other less bawdy females. "Or I can just 
give you a blowjob? My boyfriend says I give great 
blowjobs." 

This was getting a bit on my nerves, this talk. I just 
wanted to get my nuts off with this fantasy woman. See, 
she even has me being crude. 

I didn't bother answering and instead reached down 
between my legs and gently guided the back of her head 
to the head of my cock. There would be no mistaking my 
intentions. 

Jody, finally, opened her mouth to do something besides 
talk. She opened her mouth and engulfed my hard cock. 
In seconds I had to agree with her boyfriend, she gave 
great head. She was definitely the best of the few 
ladies that had sucked me. 

She worked at sucking my cock, she didn't make love to 
it or fondle it with her lips. Jody fucked my cock with 
her face. Up and down, side to side her head moved. All 
the while her mouth sucked with a firm solid suction. 
It was heaven. Definitely the highlight of my evening. 

It didn't take long with that type of erotic attention 
applied to my cock before the inevitable happened. My 
cock began to short gobs of come right into Jody's 
hungry mouth. In fact, she couldn't drink my sperm fast 
enough. Unlike the other times when after much work on 
my part and I was spent soon after an orgasm, this time 
my cock started to droop but I wasn't that tired. 

After my cock stopped spasming, Jody lifted her head up 
and smiled at me. She hadn't missed a drop. "Hum... I 
love come! I think I just discovered that I love young 
boys come the best!" She laughed even as she dug about 
for her jeans and panties. I took the cue and did the 
same. 

Outside the car, soon enough, she grabbed the 
considerably smaller bulge in my jeans and leaned up to 
whisper in my ear, "Next time I want that monster 
inside my cunt Ben." 

What could I say, "I'd like that." 

"I assure you that you definitely will honey!" She 
laughed all the way back to the diner. 


- Linda - 

Darlene came into my kitchen carrying a bag of 
groceries. "Your mom is putting the car in the garage." 
They often shopped together, and were in fact rather 
friendly, which originally worried me but no longer.

Just seeing her again brought back the images of this 
woman's submissiveness, a word I had yet learned by the 
way. She quickly set down the bag and rushed into my 
arms. Darlene's lips came to my own and she quickly 
kissed me passionately, hungrily. "I want you!" She 
said between kisses. 

"I can't think of anything else but being with you 
Ben." She took my hand and slipped it beneath her 
fashionable skirt and I encountered nothing but pussy. 
Already damp pussy. "Just seeing you has gotten me wet. 
Please, I'll do anything you want. Anything!" 

It was a little unnerving standing in my kitchen with 
my hand up my neighbors skirt, but of course my teenage 
hormones kicked in. I slipped my middle finger into her 
tight vagina and began to frig her. Darlene squatted 
down lewdly which allowed better access to her sex, and 
leaned against me already quivering with desire. 

"Oh god," she squealed, "I'm going to come already!" 
The way she was grinding my plunging finger, I had 
little doubt she was about to have an orgasm. 

"Oh god! Come to me tonight Ben, I can't wait any more. 
I'll do anything darling! Faster...!" Darlene bit into 
my shoulder and cried out with the explosive venting of 
her desire. In other words, she orgasmed. 

Even as she was coming down from her high I saw a face 
from the doorway into the dining room, mom! 

Oh god! 

"I need more of you darling, please come to me 
tonight." Darlene stood upon her toes and kissed me 
softly, a promise of more. Then she looked right into 
my eyes and said, "I love doing things for you darling, 
naughty things, things I've never done with my 
husband." 

My mom just stood there open mouth at the sight that 
must be visible to her. How long has she stood there? 

"Please tell me you'll come?" She mistook my reaction 
at seeing mom to hesitation to return to her for 
another intimate encounter, "You like my ass right Ben, 
come to me and fuck my virgin asshole darling!" 

Wow! That statement momentarily took my attention away 
from my mothers horror stricken face. 

"Tomorrow Darlene, after school." 

Mrs. Harrison looked disappointed but it was simply 
acting, and soon a big grin spread out upon her lips. 
"Tomorrow then. I can hardly wait darling!" She giggled 
like a schoolgirl and quickly pulled her skirt back 
down her thighs. "Tell you mom I had to get home 
quickly!" She then departed though the back door 
without a second hesitation. All the while she wore a 
wide smile. 

I looked back towards where my mom had stood. She was 
gone. 

Perhaps it was only a phantasm? I wouldn't be so lucky. 
Mom had stood there, fifteen feet away, and watched me 
frig her friend and neighbor then listened to that 
woman beg for her son to visit her for more. 

I had no idea how to approach her when I walked up to 
her closed bedroom door and knocked. No answer. Then I 
heard it, weeping. Mom was crying. 

Damn it all to hell. 

I called out though the door, "Mom?" Nothing. I waited 
for what seemed an eternity, listening to her cry. I 
was a heel, felt rotten. I loved my mom, she was the 
best. I never thought to hurt her, I never would. 

Slowly the door opened and I stuck my head inside, "Mom 
I'm sorry." 

She lay upon her queen-sized bed, curled in the fetal 
position her face hidden in both her hands. The crying 
was louder now. 

"God mom! I never meant to... I never done this 
purposely." I could hear the hurt and pain in my voice, 
I just hopped she heard it also. 

"Please just leave Ben." 

I couldn't. Instead I moved forwards and placed my hand 
upon her shoulder, an empathetic move. Rather than calm 
her she just began to cry harsher. Maybe I should 
leave? 

"Why Ben?" 

Why what? I didn't think now was the time to be 
difficult, "I... I don't know mom." I didn't. 

"Who else Ben... who else have you been with?" I felt 
rather strange being asked this, but it was my mother. 

"Trish's mom, Mrs. Harrison, Sam's mom and the waitress 
from the diner near school." 

The list must have startled her and she looked up at me 
with red eyes, tears coating her cheeks and a surprised 
look. She looked at me for only a second before 
returning her face to her hands, but she wasn't crying 
any longer. 

"Why so many Ben?" Strange question to ask a teenager, 
I had thought myself the luckiest guy in the world. I 
couldn't answer and didn't. The silence was thick. 

Again she turned her head towards me and looked at me 
right in the eye, "Do you only like older women dear?" 
I simply nodded affirmatively. 

She again hid her face. "Are they all like Darlene - 
begging you?" 

"No, all were very different." 

"Tell me... tell me what Hana does for you?" 

I didn't understand the question, "Does for me?" 

"What did you do to her?" She seemed anxious for some 
reason, and I found it a rather odd question. 

It wasn't the time to lie to my mother, I told her 
exactly what happened. 

"Trish's mom?" I told her. "That waitress woman?" Yup, 
I told her with more detail than was probably called 
for. "And Darlene?" 

I also began to tell her exactly what happened, leaving 
out nothing. Yet I noticed something as when I got to 
the point where Darlene had cleaned our mutual spend 
from my cock, that mom's buttocks and thighs were 
clenching slowly and chemically. Why was she doing 
that? 

"Are you going to go over to Darlene as planned 
tomorrow?" 

"Not if you don't want me too mom." 

Again the silence was thick. Mom just sat facing away 
from me and had thankfully stopped crying. 

"Am I as pretty as the others?" 

What a strange question! In fact I had to think about 
the answer, it never occurred to me to lie. Even though 
I knew what mom looked like I stole a glance down to 
her round raised hip and rather firm round buttock. I 
then remembered her last summer on our vacation in that 
one piece bathing suit and how it became transparent 
when wet. At the time I only laughed about it, making 
her blush and throw cold water down my back when I 
wasn't looking. In all a good memory, but that image of 
the darkness between her legs and topping both nipples 
stood strangely in my minds eye. 

"Yes." I came out not much louder than a croak and 
gasp. For some reason my mouth was suddenly very dry. 

Then mother turned over on her back and looked me right 
in the eye, "Would you stay home tomorrow if I wanted 
you too?" 

Of course, "Yes." 

"No. I mean would you stay home with me tomorrow?" 
Could she mean...? Mother was breathing faster and I 
could see that she was again squeezing her thighs 
together. She looked very nervous, scared even. A look 
I've never seen of her before. 

"Mom...?" 

"Do you want me to beg like Darlene did?" I saw that 
her nipples had hardened and stuck out against her tee-
shirt. "I... I want...", she sighed deeply and again 
turned away from me and began to cry. 

I sat stunned, if I had understood what she was saying, 
mother desired me in ways that were not intended for 
mothers to feel about their sons. My god! Mom wanted 
to... well she wanted to sleep with me! I couldn't even 
think of that word in conjunction with my own mother. 

Indeed she was an attractive woman, but she was my own 
mother! 

Even when I discovered mature women after my encounter 
with Bonnie I had not even contemplated lust with my 
own parent. I had to be sure, I had to know without a 
doubt what she was saying. "Do you want me mom?" No 
answer. "Do you want me like a lover?" 

Between sniffles I heard, "Yes." 

"What about dad?" Indeed. 

No answer. There probably was none. 

I reached out and placed my open hand upon her round 
raised buttock. It felt very strange at that moment, as 
if this was all a big dream and I was just about to 
wake. As soon as it touched her jean covered ass, mom 
sighed and lay silent and still. 

Practically talking to the pillow she whispered, "I can 
be like Jody if you want, trashy. Or I could fight you 
like Hana. And I would like to submit to you like 
Darlene does. Oh god, I would love that!" 

"Submit?" I wasn't sure what she meant. 

Mom didn't move her body but she turned her head to 
answer, my hand still upon her ass. "She wants to 
pleasure you, to do anything you wish. Darlene enjoys 
when you are happy." It felt as if she was surprised I 
didn't know this about Mrs. Harrison. 

"Is this what you want from me Ben?" 

"What do you mean mom?" I felt so somber right then, 
not the thrilled joy that I had felt before my other 
sexual encounters. 

"Would you like if I did anything you asked? Even 
giving you what Darlene was going to do for you 
tomorrow?" I had to think what she was talking about, 
tomorrow? Then it hit me, Darlene had promised me anal 
sex. Oh my god, mother would let me fuck her in the 
ass! 

There, suddenly I realized, I thought the 'fuck' word 
while thinking of mom at the same time. Perhaps it is 
possible. 

I didn't answer fast enough and mom must have thought I 
wasn't interested in her offer. "I... its wrong Ben, 
I'm sorry that..." 

"Mom, I don't know if I can do... well those things to 
you." 

She smiled softly and said right at me, "I think you 
can baby, I know you will." 

Silence again, I was coming to the realization that I 
could probably treat mom just like I had Darlene, or 
Hana or even Jody. 

"Go to the living room baby and I'll be out in a 
second." What? I thought... well we had been talking 
and it seemed like mom was trying to get me to stay 
with her, to be with her. 

"Okay mom." I retreated, my head hung low with my chin 
nearly upon my chest. 

I sat for twenty minutes just staring off into space, 
just zoning out completely. 

"Ben?" 

"Mom!" I turned towards her voice and saw that she was 
standing by the couch looking rather shy and 
diminutive. No wonder, mom wore an outfit that I only 
saw in erotic magazines, all white, with heels and 
thigh-high hose, garter belt and a cupless hold-up bra. 
I knew my mouth was open in astonishment. Mom looked 
fabulous. 

"My lover should call me by my name dear." My reaction 
must have given her some confidence and she smiled 
softly. "I bought this just a few weeks ago and never 
intended on wearing it unless ...well... do you think I 
look okay?" 

What could I say, "God yes!" I remembered her request. 
"Linda." 

Without panties I could see the trimmed sparse brown 
kinky hair of her sex. It caused something inside of me 
to snap and I again became that raging walking talking 
hormone that the other ladies had known. Then the sight 
of her wide dark nipples took my breath away. 

"Thank you honey." She looked down shy at the floor 
before her. While my mom's actions reminded me of 
Darlene's, doing what mom called it earlier, being 
'submissive'. 

"Come here mom." She just looked up, bit her bottom lip 
and came to stand right between my spread knees. What a 
sight! I doubt few children have seen their parent 
dressed thus, and for the child's pleasure also. 

My hands came up and gently touched outside each knee, 
the nylon of the stocking smooth and warm from the skin 
beneath. As my hands slowly drew upwards my mind raged 
at me for doing this, for wanting this. This is incest, 
I thought! Yet it was certainly consensual! 

My mom had wanted me for a long while, had desired me 
in ways that I had always wished other ladies to want 
me. Its how Darlene now wants me, yet that happened 
only after our encounter. I have been living with my 
family and my mom has been a friend and confidant for 
years. 

Linda hissed as my hands inched their way very slowly 
up her shapely thigh all the way to the edge of her 
lace stocking top. They looked wonderful, incredibly 
sexy upon my mother. My body was vibrating with lust 
for her, my cock like stone. 

It was wrong but I so wanted it! 

"When you bought these," I squeezed her mid thighs 
enjoying the touch, "did you know you would be wearing 
them for me?" I was looking up from beneath her breasts 
to her excited face. 

"No... but I wanted too... thought it would make our 
first time special." Mom's head fell back as my hands 
went past the band of the stocking and slipped pass her 
naked loins to grasp both her round buttocks in my 
hands. 

"Did you mean what you said mom, about your ass?" I 
realized I was playing with her, taunting her with 
words while also getting answers to questions that I 
needed to know. 

"Oh god yes Ben! I want to give you my virgin ass, just 
for you honey." No so long ago Darlene had said 
something similar. "I'll do anything baby!" From the 
sight of her and the sounds she was making, I had no 
doubt she was putty in my hands. 

My hands fondled her soft round buttocks, one hand 
moving inwards into the crevice between. When my 
fingertip finally came in contact with her anus I 
gasped with pleasure along with her. I pushed the tip 
of my finger into her, up to the first knuckle. 

"Mommy wants you to use her darling. I have wanted only 
that for so long!" 

I just had to know, "How long mom?" 

My free hand came around and slipped up to her medium 
sized breast held up and in by the push-up cupless bra. 

"Months!" Wow, I only lost my virginity to Bonnie less 
than a month ago. "I think of nothing else in my 
fantasies but pleasing you!" Mom actually fantasized 
about me like I used to do with Jody, wow! I had rather 
intimate and a very imaginative fantasy life. 

"Do you play with herself mom?" Now I was just being 
nasty asking this. 

She nodded with her eyes still closed enjoying my hands 
upon her body, "Yes, at least once a day." 

Enough. I took both my hands from her body and grunted, 
"Spread your legs mom." She did until they were a meter 
apart at the feet. 

This spread the outer lips of her sex enough for me to 
see a much more detailed view of her. The lips had been 
trimmed to the point that they were hairless, the only 
pussy being over her cleft. They were fat pink lips 
with a hint of the wrinkled slimy inner lips between. I 
was astonished to find that her sex and all of the 
inside of her inner thighs were wet with her 
excitement. An amount that I have not even seen before, 
it astonished me. 

Mom had been watching my look at her most intimate of 
places, "You excite me like no other Ben, I love you." 

With a smile, as if my fantasies had all become 
reality, though I had never fantasized about mom 
before, I responded with a, "I love you too mom." 

I gently pushed her back and then stood up before her, 
"Take my clothes off Linda." 

She beamed, "Of course darling." 

As mom went to work getting my clothing off, I paid 
attention to the smell of her. Clean skin, perfume and 
her intimate sexual musk that I so now wanted to be 
more familiar with. 

The clothing didn't actually take that long, it only 
took a while since mom was excruciatingly slow at her 
work. She enjoyed every inch of skin that was revealed, 
kissed every new inch that came within kissing 
distance. And yes, dutifully it seemed, my mother 
kissed my missile of love. Only briefly before looking 
up into my eyes as if to ask if she be allowed to kiss 
it more, I never indicated either way. So she continue 
with the remainder of my clothing. 

Naked I stood above her kneeling lingerie clad form, 
looking up at me with devotion and lust. My cock not a 
foot away from her hungry mouth and wet full red lips 
but like a good submissive she never made a move 
towards it. 

Unlike when Darlene had asked me what I wanted from her 
I knew what I wanted to do with mom, at least 
initially. "Onto the coffee table mom, on your back." 
Still crawling I watched her deliciously sexy mature 
form climb up on the hardwood sturdy short table, lay 
back with a leg on either side. 

"Spread your legs wider Linda." She did, nearly 
horizontal. Mom watched me with excitement, she must 
think I was about to plunge my spear into her. 

Instead I knelt down and immediately began to give her 
feather licks upon her thighs, tasting and cleaning 
her. Mom tasted great! 

"Oh god!" Immediately her hands came down and she 
grabbed my head, trying to draw me into her sex. I 
didn't comply. Instead I pushed her knees backwards and 
slipped my hands behind her thighs to hold them up and 
back nearly to her chest. 

Then I started to do what Jody had taught me, to lick 
ever so slowly and softly. Only this time I started low 
down below her anus and ended when I felt her sexy fur 
upon my tongue. 

Mom began to go crazy with lust, trying to get her sex 
to fuck my face by attempting to move her hips and grab 
the back of my head. Neither worked, I was able to hold 
her still with my hands on her legs and she wasn't 
strong enough to guide my head. 

I continued to lick her gently and slowly. 

Like Jody, mom was going crazy with this technique of 
mine. And I was going slower with her than I had with 
Jody. I wanted this to last forever! 

Her anus was wet with saliva, pussy juice and sweat, 
enough for me to force my tongue into her like a small 
cock. I fucked her asshole for nearly a full minute 
before I guessed her orgasm close approaching and 
withdrew. I waited till she calmed before doing the 
same to her vagina, loving the place with my face. 

Mom tried to get her fingers upon her own clitoris but 
I roughly pushed them away. She didn't try again. 

I again had to stop else she would have exploded. Not 
yet! 

I completely ignored her clitoris as I again began long 
slow licks between various folds of her cunt. I haven't 
a clue how long I had been eating my own mother out but 
she started to beg, "I can't take it any more... fuck 
me Ben. Fuck mommy please!" 

Her cries were turning to whining and yes begging and 
still I never complied. "Fuck me... oh god yes... fuck 
my cunt my ass my face my tits my hands... come all 
over me... use me baby... oh god!" 

Not yet, I stopped and sat back. Linda looked past her 
pushed up breasts confused at why I had stopped. I 
could see the desperation and lust in those eyes, she 
would do anything I wanted at that moment. I mean 
anything. 

I came around and knelt above her head and pulled her 
further up the table. Moms head was hanging off the 
edge of the table and even upside down I could see her 
confusion. Without a word I pushed my cock against her 
surprised face and she quickly opened her mouth to 
allow my cock to plunge into her. 

Reaching past her I grabbed her ankles and held them 
high above her, the knees still pressing against her 
breasts. It was a lewd and bawdy position, one that 
perfectly fit my mothers mood as well as my own. 

I fucked her face none too gently. Moving my cock all 
the way down until her throat bulged and she gagged 
slightly. Again and again I fucked her thus. My balls 
slapping against her nose and cheeks. She was moaning 
which caused my cock to vibrate and thus I responded 
with a moan of my own. 

It wasn't long in coming, me I mean. When I felt the 
familiar tightening of my balls and expansion of my 
shaft as I attempted to hold back the inevitable, I 
dropped down on top of my mothers body, pushing the 
legs wide apart. 

Hard and fast my tongue shoved into the top of moms 
crevice and against that excitement engorged clitoris. 
Just as my own orgasm started, mothers began seconds 
behind mine. 

Her thighs came up and held my face in a vise as she 
rolled about upon the table, my tongue still mashing 
her clit. I was spurting what felt like a liter of come 
into the back of her throat and holding my hard pumping 
cock against her lips. It was as if we were locked 
together by our sexual orgasm to the others face. 

Wonderfully perverse. 

I recovered sooner than she and disengaged from our 
flesh puzzle. Mom groaned as I pulled my soft slimy 
cock from her gaping mouth. Hoarsely she asked, "Wow, 
where did you learn that?" 

I just shrugged as I stood swaying on unsteady legs, 
"No where, I just thought of it." 

"You just gave me my best orgasm on a whimsy my 
dearest." 

I smiled weakly, "Thanks mom." 

She slowly sat up on the low table, I think she had to 
ask the question, "Do you regret what we did? Did I 
disappoint you?" 

I grinned like a son never grins at his mother and 
started towards the hallway. "I'm going to get some 
water then go to your room mom. I expect you to be 
kneeling right in the middle of your bed when I get 
there." It was a bold statement, but one that I didn't 
think inappropriate considering the circumstances. 

Before I left the room mom called from behind me, 
"Honey? When you see Darlene tomorrow, could I come 
with you?" 

Damn, I again felt like the luckiest guy alive. 

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