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Mrs. Wilson Cures My Stomach Ache
by David (no address provided)

***

Mrs. Wilson cures my stomach cramps. (FF/m-teen, ped, 
voy, MILF, 1st)

***

My school chums were gathered by the school parking 
lot discussing plans for the rest of the day. I just 
waved as I hurried by, I had a much more exciting 
prospect in mind. Earlier during classes I heard 
Norma telling her friends to meet at her house where 
they would change into bathing suits and suntan by 
the pool. 

Not so long ago I would have been indifferent to that 
knowledge, were it not for a recent discovery. From 
the bathroom window at home I could see right into 
Norma's bedroom window and also the lounge beside the 
pool. 

Norma was brunette, absolutely gorgeous, but 
unfortunately 3 years my senior. That didn't stop me 
from spying on her, but so far I hadn't had much 
luck. Every evening I would be waiting when she 
turned on the bedside light in her bedroom. I would 
watch intently as she unbuttoned her blouse revealing 
a white brassiere, then my hopes would plummet to the 
lowest level of despair to watch her close the 
blinds. I would head to my bedroom and jerk off 
imagining what was revealed behind those cursed 
blinds. 

My recent thirteenth birthday had unleashed so many 
emotions, but paramount was an insatiable fascination 
with the opposite sex compounded by the need to 
stroke an erection into submission several times a 
day. Norma's invitation to her girlfriends was just 
the opportunity I was waiting for. Please, please, I 
begged, have her forget to draw the blinds.

I hurriedly dumped my books by the door and was about 
to run upstairs to my vantage when my mother called 
me from the kitchen. "Yes mom." I answered entering 
the kitchen. My mom and Mrs. Wilson were sitting at 
the kitchen table and I stopped dead in my tracks. 
Norma's mother! Had she seen me spying from the 
window? Had she told my mother? The consequences of 
being found out were just too embarrassing to 
contemplate. Since Mrs. Wilson's husband had died a 
few years ago, her and my mother had become close 
friends, I could understand their confiding.

"Mrs. Wilson has a favour to ask." My mother said. I 
wasn't out of the woods yet and I looked to Mrs. 
Wilson. Norma had inherited her mother's good looks 
and if that continued Norma would mature with a 
voluptuous figure as well. Mrs. Wilson was in her 
late thirties and attracted a lot of male attention 
even from my father. Her raven hair, slim build and 
green eyes were all but irrelevant when attention was 
focused on her large breasts. Even now her blouse was 
stretched and through a gap between the buttons I 
could see the edges of a lace bra. I felt my trousers 
tug and dropped my hands ready to cover in case my 
penis got too interested.

'David, I was wondering if you could help me out?" 
Now here was a golden opportunity, anything to get 
closer to Norma. "Sure Mrs. Wilson" I replied. 
"As you know I am a nurse and a volunteer at a church 
camp for boys. I was hoping you could spend a week 
helping with the younger boys. It might be fun, 
there's swimming and all sorts of sports?" My 
expectation of getting close to Norma dissolved. 
"Sure," I replied. "I'd be happy to." With that I ran 
upstairs to the bathroom. Norma's blinds were open, 
but as I looked I saw the girls filing out of the 
house in their bathing suits to spread towels on the 
grass.

My reputation was irrevocably destroyed when my 
friends found out that I was joining a children's 
outing for the week. And if that wasn't bad enough 
while taking a shower after gym one of the guys 
pointed out that I still didn't have much for pubic 
hair. All of this on the last day of school, which 
put me in a foul mood when joining the bus load of 
bubble gum bandits. Welcome to summer holidays I 
thought.

The camp itself was composed of two long wooden 
buildings adjacent to a small lake. Inside each 
dormitory rows of beds filled a large room with 
washrooms at one end. Outside and opposite were three 
individual cabins. Two for the staff and one occupied 
by Mrs. Wilson, hers also served as a sick bay.

After a late dinner the boys were herded into the 
dormitory and told to prepare for bed early as there 
would be a busy day tomorrow. Despondently I followed 
suit and put on the new pyjamas my mother had packed 
for me. I sat on my bed and gazed out the window at 
the gathering darkness.

Within a few moments I saw Mrs. Wilson emerge from 
the dining room and make her way to her cabin. My 
testosterone fuelled mind quickly hatched a plot and 
I escaped the dorm, then skirted behind Mrs. Wilson's 
cabin looking for a window. 

Just as I arrived her bedroom light came on. I 
crouched closer and clutching the sill peered into 
her room. Mrs. Wilson was arranging clothing removing 
items from her suitcase to hang in the closet. 
Closing the empty suitcase she discarded it beside 
her bed and started to undress. There were no 
curtains this time and my pulse beat audibly in my 
ears. Her blouse was unbuttoned then ignored as she 
sat to remove her shoes. 

Standing she unzipped her slacks and slid them to the 
floor. She bent to retrieve them threading the legs 
through a wire hanger. Next her blouse which she also 
fitted onto the hanger. She was so beautiful, with 
every move the tops of her breasts giggled and 
threatened to burst from the white brassiere. Her 
panties rode high on her hips and I could see a dark 
shadow of pubic hair in the V of her crotch. 

She reached behind her with one hand and unclasped 
her bra she held the cups to her chest for a moment 
then revealed her tits to me throwing the bra on the 
bed. Her breasts swung freely when she turned to look 
in a mirror. She studied her reflection then brushed 
her fingers over her dark nipples tugging and 
pinching them until they were erect. I reached down 
into my pyjamas stroking my erection. 

A commotion sounded from the yard in front of her 
cabin and I hurriedly stepped back into the shadow. 
Seeing Mrs. Wilson pull on a robe to investigate I 
ran to the front of the cabin. Whoever was there had 
disappeared and behind me Mrs. Wilson opened her 
door. "Oh, it's you David." 

Not knowing what to say and realizing that my 
erection was very prominent I crouched holding my 
hands over my groin and turned to face her. "What's 
the matter David, are you sick?" I nodded numbly. 
'Well come in," she ordered holding the door for me.

I cautiously entered the sick bay urging desperately 
for my erection to subside. It was collapsing but not 
quick enough and I kept firm pressure on my groin. 

"Was it something you ate? Do you feel sick to your 
stomach?" 

"Just a cramp, I'll feel better in a moment," I 
offered. "Well you had better let me take a look, 
here sit up on the examination table." Once seated on 
the high table my erection subsided and I was able to 
relax and my hands fell to the coolness of the padded 
table.

Mrs. Wilson was wearing a thin white silk like 
dressing gown. Her nipples clearly outlined. I fought 
to control myself and won, but barely. Her hand 
pressed against my forehead and in leaning forward 
her casually tied gown gaped open almost exposing a 
breast. 

The abundance of white skin below a tan line was 
intoxicating and in spite of my determination my 
penis was stiffening again. "You don't seem to be 
running a fever, now lay back and let me check." With 
that she helped swing my feet onto the table then 
pressed on my chest encouraging me to lay on my back. 

I looked at the ceiling as Mrs. Wilson unbuttoned my 
pyjama top. Starting below my ribs she pressed gently 
with her fingers. She worked from side to side across 
my stomach all the while looking at my face for any 
indication of pain. "Does this hurt?" She asked, and 
when I shook my head she continued. "Let me know if 
you feel any discomfort?" 

I nodded then returned to my study of the ceiling. 
Her hand was cool and gliding across my stomach she 
would pause to press a little harder. Not getting a 
response she continued getting very close to the 
waistband on my Pj's. Her hand slid under the 
waistband as she probed deeper. I felt her tug at the 
knotted drawstring. "Now lift," She ordered. 

Obediently I lifted my hips and she slid my pyjama 
bottoms down to my knees. Cool air rushed over me and 
I raised my head slightly. Mrs. Wilson was studying 
my genitals. "It has been a long time since I have 
seen you like this. You have certainly grown. Don't 
be upset David, I have examined lots of boys before 
and you have nothing to be embarrassed about." She 
continued her probing, nudging my now flaccid penis 
out of the way. "Did you get hit here?" She asked 
gently cradling one of my testicles in her fingers. 

I didn't answer. I could feel her long fingernails as 
she carefully and methodically examined me. "Your 
scrotum is shrinking with the cool air." She cupped 
my balls in her hand to warm them. "It's quite 
natural if your penis gets stiff when I examine you 
David, most boys do and it's nothing I haven't seen 
before." Keeping her other hand on my testicles Mrs. 
Wilson lifted my stiffening penis with her thumb and 
forefinger. "It is unusual now to see a boy who 
hasn't been circumcised. I am going to press the 
foreskin down, I want to see the head." 

As if on command my erection grew to its full length. 
Mrs. Wilson's thumb and finger circled my shaft and 
depressed the remaining skin, exposing the head. 
"It's rather red. I have some salve that will help 
that." Mrs. Wilson turned to one of the cupboards and 
came back with a white jar. The knotted belt of her 
gown had loosened even more and I could see her 
panties and the underside of her breast. 

I gripped the padded edge of the table as she took my 
penis in her hand. I could feel the coolness of silk 
against the back of my hand as she leaned forward. I 
relaxed my grip on the table and let my fingers 
extend grazing lower to where I could feel the 
sponginess of her pubic hair. 

Mrs. Wilson held my penis in her left hand and 
dabbing salve with the fingers of her right proceeded 
to smear the ointment around the head. "You certainly 
have grown David, perhaps your stomach cramp is just 
growing pains." Still holding the base of my penis 
Mrs. Wilson alternately circled then stroked my shaft 
with her right hand working the salve into the skin. 
"It's okay if you ejaculate David, you will feel 
better if you do. Just relax and let yourself go." 

Mrs. Wilson raised slightly as she stroked me 
pressing her pubic mound against my hand. With that 
my hips tensed as the head of my penis erupted with 
gobs of white semen. "My oh my, that was quite a 
delivery. I think you will feel better now." 

Mrs. Wilson reached for some tissue and wiped at the 
ropes of semen on her arm. Taking my softening penis 
in her hand she gently squeezed the shaft encouraging 
the last bit to ooze from the head. She dabbed with 
the tissue. 

Mrs. Wilson smiled as she confided. "I think I got 
more of that than you did. David I want to inspect 
that redness tomorrow evening before you go to bed. 
Now off you go and it would be better if this was 
kept just between the two of us, Okay?"

To be continued...

Archivist's Note: This author did not provide an 
email address so it will do the reader no good 
contacting the archive staff for further parts. Check 
back at a later time to see if there have been any 
updates to this story by the author.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story 
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in 
"real life" can look forward to many unproductive 
years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in 
their local prison system.
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