3 comments/  85078 views/  10 favorites

Coming of Age

By: comingofage



I was staying over at my friend Chris' house. We spent the evening playing on his computer, his Commodore 64. When it came to time for bed, Chris told me that I could have his sister Chloe's bedroom for the night. He explained that Chloe was at a disco and that she was staying over at her friend's house, so her bedroom was free.

I walked into her bedroom and got ready for bed. I looked around the room. Chloe was 20, which was only two years old than Chris and I, but it seemed like a lifetime at that age. Because of our two year age gap, Chloe never really spoke to us. She looked at me as Chris' immature friend as we would spend our time on the computer rather than meeting up at the mall or at football games. I barely knew her and I think that's the way she liked it.

Her room was small but well kept. She had a single bed in the corner of her room which was all made up. On her walls were posters of musicians, I can't remember who exactly but I remember thinking how mature she was.

I got into her bed and got snuggled up for the night. It didn't take me long to fall asleep. 

I awoke when the light came on and Chloe entered the room, oblivious to my presence. She was taken back when I emerged from under her covers! I quickly explained that Chris had told me that her room was free for tonight as she was staying over at her friends.

"Change of plan Paul. Adele and I had an argument at the disco and I didn't want to stay at her house. I just got a taxi home."

I went to get out of her bed and she asked me what I was doing. I explained that it was her bed and I would sleep in with Chris, as I had done many times before. 

"No Paul, it's not your fault I changed my plans. Stay where you are."

I stupidly asked if she was going to sleep in with Chris.

"Yuck, no! That's a bit weird Paul. Look, I don't mind you staying if you don't mind me getting in with you. Just don't try anything, because getting into a bed with you is almost as weird as getting into it with my brother!"

I lay back down on the bed and said nothing, looking over the sheets.

Chloe looked at me. "Eh, Paul, if you don't mind looking the other way, I'm about to get undressed. Don't be a perv please."

I looked away, facing the wall, and listening to her clothes drop to the floor. First her top, then her skirt, and then her socks and shoes. Then she approached the bed. She lifted the covers, though not completely, conscious and thoughtful that I would get cold. As she got into bed her backside touched my leg and I felt her nightie. Thank God she was wearing one! I would have died if she hadn't. I wondered what bra and panties she was wearing.

"Night", Chloe said, and I said the same. I knew it would take me some time to get to sleep. After a few minutes Chloe started moving around, obviously uncomfortable with our positions of back to back. She turned to face my back as I lay and pretended to sleep. This went on for a few minutes, with her still shuffling. 

"Paul, are you awake?"

I froze, unsure of what to say. I eventually replied "Yeah."

"Good. Listen it's quite uncomfortable the way we're sleeping, there isn't much space in a single bed. If we switched to a spoon position, do you think you could not get excited and we could both get to sleep?"

I didn't know hat a 'spoon position' was, but turned around as she turned her back to me, so I got the idea. There was a gap between us which she narrowed by muzzling back which mean she could stretch out her legs away from me a bit more. I lay on my side, my boxers touching the back of her nightie. 

"Honestly Paul, if this is uncomfortable for you the last thing I want is for a pre-pubescent male getting a hard-on and pressing it into me. It would be a bit sick, so please tell me if this is going to happen."

I told her no, and was a bit confused at what she said. I was 18 and probably a bit innocent for my age. I had only masturbated about twice, and while I enjoyed it I was also a bit scared. I had never seen a naked girl and the closest I came to this was seeing girls in their underwear in the clothes catalogues.

When Chloe spoke I realised that she had been drinking, I recognised the smell from when my parents took a drink. 

So there I was, spooning my best friend's older sister, my small penis almost touching her cotton panties. And she was making me promise that I wouldn't get aroused. I tried so hard to do this but of course it was no use. After a few minutes, I slowly felt my penis getting bigger, and bigger. I tried to move back away from Chloe but my back was now against the wall and I had no place to go. When it was obvious my penis was going to press into her panties, I panicked and just blurted out,

"Chloe, I think we should move positions."

Chloe said nothing. I repeated it, and listened. From Chloe's breathing, it was obvious she had fallen asleep, aided of course with alcohol. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't convinced she was asleep, I thought she was biding her time to throw me out of her bed, calling me a pervert, as soon as she felt my erection.

But I couldn't help myself. I pulled down my boxers, and gently pressed my fully erect (still only 5 inches! ) penis into her panties. Back and forth, slowly at first and then as it became more obvious that she was sleeping, my speed and intensity grew. Because I wasn't touching myself, in my innocence I was convinced that I couldn't and wouldn't come. I rocked into her panties and it wasn't long before I used both of my hands to carefully lift up her nightie, pull back her panties with one hand, and slide in my penis underneath her panties so that it was touching her skin. I had no idea where to look for her vagina, and looking back I was probably searching around her bum. I rocked back and forth, uncertain of where I was, but certain that it felt good. I used my fingers to gently rub around her area; thinking of some of my friends had talked about 'fingering' girls. I felt around her opening but was disappointed to find it dry and uninviting. My friends had all talked about 'getting a girl wet'.

I took back my hand and decided to stop rocking, as it was going nowhere. Just as I was about to pull out my penis from under her panties I felt the unmistakable rush to my penis and before I could move I felt a flood of cum eject itself from my penis, and onto Chloe's bum. One spurt followed by another followed by another. She never moved an inch. I lay there in shock. 'How had I cum?' I wondered. One thing I knew, I had to get out of there fast! As I pulled back her panties and took back my penis, I was careful to place her panties back against her skin, and pull back down her nightie. As I did so, I felt my large load of cum dripping down to the base of her panties. I mean, I hadn't masturbated in about 3 months! I was terrified and quickly put my penis in my boxers, and wiping the tip of it as if to get rid of the evidence. Damn it, the evidence was sitting at the bottom of her panties. I stretched my fingers down between her legs and touched the outside of her panties and I could feel my cum start to seep through. And with my release came the sleep release, as it always does. I moved as far away as I could and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke some time later and wondered why I woke. I was on my side now, facing the wall and away from Chloe. There was a slight rustle with the bed covers. I remembered what I had done earlier and froze as I thought of Chloe waking up to finding a load of cum in her panties. She would be horrified. I pretended to be still asleep, but in my sleep I turned around restlessly and faced her. The rustling stopped and I opened my eyes slightly and I could see that Chloe was now on her back. I didn't move for the next five minutes, figuring that Chloe would think I was back to sleep. And then, the rustling started again. I had no idea what it was, but waited as I felt her sheets moving slightly, as Chloe's breathing got heavier. I was certain that she was about to discover what I had done.

"Chloe?" I asked.

Chloe froze, and the rustling stopped. She turned her head around to face me. Her face was red.

"What Paul?! How long have you been awake? I told you that you could sleep in my bed if you behaved yourself and if you weren't a perv!"

"But I..." I interrupted.

"You what Paul? You don't count watching your friend's sister masturbate as being a perv? Fuck, you are disgusting. I don't go around trying to watch you jerk off!"

I didn't know what to do. I had no idea she was masturbating, and clueless about how a girl masturbated. I mean, what comes out of a girl if she's doing it on her own??

"I'm sorry" I said, and my voice welled up as I was ready to cry.

"Why are you upset Paul? I'm mad with you, but not that mad. I suppose you can't help yourself. Listen, I'm willing to forget it if you are."

I was even more upset.

"But I'm not a perv. I didn't know what you were doing. I still don't know. I didn't know what girls can masturbate. I've only masturbated a few times myself. My friends all know how to finger girls, and what a 'blow-job' is, but I have no idea!"

Chloe's tone immediately changed. "Sorry for shouting Paul, I didn't realise. Of course girls can masturbate. Though not as often or for the same reasons as a boy does. To be honest, I don't masturbate often, only when the mood takes me. Boys will masturbate to porn, but that's not for girls, well not for me anyway."

"So why did you start to masturbate tonight?"

"What, you think it was because you were beside me? Dream on! No, I woke up and my panties were soaking. Sometimes that happens when I'm asleep if I'm dreaming about something sexy. Anyway I woke up and knew immediately that something was up. I put one hand down my knickers and sure enough just at the base of my pussy was a wet patch on my knickers. So I decided to finish what I had started in my sleep. That's when you interrupted."

"Sorry", I mumbled, relieved that she hadn't realised what the wet patch was. "I'm sorry for stopping you."

"You haven't stopped me Paul, I'm going to finish. Turn round and face the wall and go to sleep."

"Chloe, there is no way I'm going to get to sleep. I am more aroused than I have ever been."

"I told you this would happen. Why are you aroused? I'm just touching myself. I'm not even touching inside my pussy. I never do. All I'm doing is rubbing around my clit until I come."

"How do you come?"

Chloe was silent for a few seconds. "You really are clueless, aren't you? Tell you what; you can look at what I'm doing for 30 seconds. Then you have to go to sleep. Agreed?"

I didn't need to be asked twice. I started to pull down the covers of the bed. Chloe grabbed them back.

"No way. I'm not giving you full view of my body. Plus, imagine if Chris or Mum or Dad walked in. No chance. You can lift up the covers and look in underneath. And don't be trying to move down closer. And keep your hands to yourself. I am going to touch myself as if you're not here, which I wish you weren't."

I lifted the covers up and looked down. The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was lovely! I looked down and in the darkness I could make out Chloe's hand inside her panties, which were still in place. Her nightie was pulled up to give her easy access. Through the gap I could see two of her long fingers rubbing around the top of her 'pussy' in small circular motions. I stared down for what seemed like hours. 

Chloe broke the trance. "Ok, you've seen enough. Come out from under there. Let me finish this in peace."

"Chloe, would you mind if I touched myself? I am really turned on, I have never seen anything like this before."

Chloe groaned. "Fucks sake Paul. Fine, but don't come. I'm warning you, I'm not having some gross teenager's cum on my sheets. Wank yourself off but stop when it gets too much."

And that was it. I took my throbbing penis out of my boxers and started pulling it. As I did I watched Chloe's face, lying on her back with her eyes closed, asleep if not for the slight rustle of the covers and the occasional sound from her. I imagined how wet she would be. I wanted to tear down the covers and rub her pussy as she was doing. Or lick it, to taste that smell. Or even just watch her. Chloe's breathing started to get faster, and I could tell she was getting turned on. I was thinking all of these things when suddenly I realised I had gone too far. Before I could do anything, a long burst of cum erupted from me and I knew from the force that it had landed on Chloe.

She stopped and froze. "What was that?!" She pulled down the covers and I could see her full body now, her white bra and knickers covering her. And then I noticed on the front of her knickers a long string of cum. I had done it again!

"Paul you are one immature bastard. Get the fuck up and get me some tissue!"

I leapt up and ran over to her desk. I came back with tissues.

"Wipe it off now!"

I took the tissues and collected my cum from her knickers. There was a lot, and it was started to seep through.

"It's no good; I'm going to take these off. Paul you're not seeing me naked, so turn around until I'm done. You have ruined this for me. All I wanted was a quick wank and instead I'm about to take off my cum-covered knickers in front of a fucking teenager."

I turned away ashamed and excited. I could hear her slip her knickers down her long legs, and the sound as she threw them into her bin. She dropped her nightie on the floor. Then the unmistakable sound of the covers going back on top of her. I realised she would have her eyes closed again and so I dared to look round, and sure enough, she was back in position with her eyes closed. I watched her hand move the covers above her pussy, and listened to and watched her heavy breathing. Then finally, she let out a breath of relief and pleasure, very quietly, and the covers stopped moving as he hand moved away from her pussy.

"Right, finished now. You can get back in."

I climbed back into the bed, over her and back against the wall.

"Sorry about earlier. I was just horny and needed to relieve myself. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I suppose you coming was natural enough."

"And did you come?" I asked.

"Yeah. You probably didn't notice because it's not what you see on porno films. Girls don't make loads of noise as they are cumming. Well, I don't anyway."

"So where were you touching?" I asked.

"Just my clitoris. I rub there until I come. That's how most girls masturbate. It's very rarely that girls will actually touch inside their vagina. And don't believe that when a girl is masturbating she'll rub her boobs and take cum from her pussy and wipe it all over her nipples!"

"So you don't finger yourself? Then why do you get fellas to finger you?"

Chloe laughed. "You fellas are idiots. You think that when girls let you down there that they want you to see how many fingers you can get in, and how hard and fast you can push them in and out. That's sore, and certainly not sexy. What would drive a girl mad is if the fella would stroke a girl's clitoris, in the same way as I touched mine. And when the girl comes, and she will, the fella should stop rubbing her clit because it gets very sensitive right away."

"So you're not wet then" I asked.

Chloe paused. "See for yourself. No.. wait. I don't mean see, I'm not letting you look down there, but I'll let you feel around my pussy for a sec. But you're not putting your finger inside me. Just feel around the outside and see if I'm wet."

I put my hand down under the covers, tracing from her stomach, and then down further. I was expecting to meet her knickers but then remembered she wasn't wearing any. I felt her pubic hair, very thin and light. I followed my finger further down, where her legs were fully outstretched for me. I felt soft skin and then I felt what I had been thinking about all night -- she was absolutely soaked. I traced my fingers up and down her slit, pressing slightly as I wanted to see where her vagina was. 

"That's enough Paul" she said as she took my hand and placed in back in front of me. "Was I wet?" she asked, smiling.

"Soaking. That's so sexy. Why don't you finger yourself? I would love to. God, I'm fully erect again!" I said without thinking.

"No Paul, I don't want to touch in there. And you're not either. I have a good reputation and I'm not going to ruin that with you."

I asked, "So you've never had sex then?"

"Nope, and I won't for a long time. I've never let a fella lick me out either, and I'm about the only girl in my class who can say that! I have let two boys finger me though. One was actually tonight, that's why Adele and I had the stupid argument. I was round the back of the disco with him and I was standing against the wall with my legs spread. I still had all my clothes on, and he had his hand up my skirt and inside my knickers. He was actually very good at touching me, I was getting very turned on, and didn't notice when Adele came round the corner and spotted us. When I saw her coming over, I didn't change anything as I was nearly cumming, and anyway Adele isn't exactly innocent. I ignored her and knew that I'd come by the time she got over to us. I was right. As Pete rubbed my clit I came hard and I dropped my head onto his shoulder to lessen my moan, as I felt my juices flood out of my pussy and onto his hand. I gently took his hand from inside my knickers; he didn't know how sensitive a clitoris gets after it comes. He took his fingers and licked them, which annoyed me. When Adele arrived over and saw his hand leaving my skirt, she flipped, she started screaming "How the fuck could you?!" and when I eventually calmed her down she told me that Pete had fucked her less than 30 minutes before that in the exact same spot! She had lost him again inside the disco and was coming back to the spot to see if he was waiting there for her, only to be greeted with him fingering her best friend. I was a bit annoyed with myself for letting him finger me, but I couldn't see how Adele was annoyed with me. I didn't want to cause a scene and stormed off, telling Adele to calm down and wise up. I went back in the disco, quite upset, and I started to feel bad for Adele. I stayed for about 20 minutes and then decided to find Adele and go home to her house to speak to her. I walked out and looked round the corner to see if she or Pete were still there. They both were! There she was, on her knees in front of him, with his penis in her hand and mouth as he stood with a big smile on his face. 'What a jerk', I thought, and I was disgusted with Adele, I mean Pete would tell everyone about this night, when he went with two best friends, and managed to fuck one, get a blowjob and finger the life out of the other one as she came hard on his fingers. I walked up to Adele to get her to go home with me when she still had a shred of dignity but of course just as I approached her a stream of cum came from Pete's dick and landed around her mouth. At that point I walked away and got a taxi home. And then of course I get home to find a little wanker in my bed."

She smiled as she said this, so she was starting to warm to me.

"What about you Paul, what action have you gotten?" she asked curiously.

"None, Chloe. I have kissed a girl, but have never felt or seen a breast, no-one has ever touched my penis and yours is the first vagina I have ever seen" I said truthfully.

Chloe's smile faded. It was obvious she was starting to feel bad for some of the things she had said to me over the course of the night.

"Do I turn you on Paul? I mean, really? I'm not that hot, my boobs are quite small and, as you now know, I don't wax or shave my pubic hair. I'm happy with my body but I know that I wouldn't be considered hot by fellas."

"Chloe, I've never felt more aroused than tonight. I love your body. I get turned on just looking at your boobs in your bra. I love your light pubes, and your wet pussy. I love watching you touch yourself. I am ready to come just by listening to how another guy got to finger you to climax tonight, and the thought of your juices dripping down on my fingers. I love your aroma as you come. I love the thought of how many times your juices have spilled into your panties. I love the thought of how many times you've lay on this bed and touched yourself. I love the fact that you've never been fucked, that that pussy I felt tonight had never been penetrated. That you are a lady and not some slut who lets herself get fucked by any man. I love your lips and am picturing how they'd feel around my penis, just as Adele sucked Pete's penis. You are an idol to me Chloe."


Coming of Age



The entire house was buzzing with activity. Maids were busy arranging flowers and decorating various rooms. Cooks were preparing platters of food and butlers were directing workmen in setting up tables and chairs to prepare for the evening's festivities. Everyone was busy making sure the preparations would be perfect. Everyone except the guest of honor. 

Rowan was sitting in the bath that had been prepared in her room more than an hour before. She was ignoring the pleas of her mother to hurry and start getting dressed. Most girls couldn't wait to come of age. Most girls looked forward to having the attention of all the eligible bachelors in the country. Rowan was not "most girls". Although today marked her 18th birthday, she had no desire to be shown like a prized stallion, waiting to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. 

As the youngest daughter of the Marquess of Warren, Rowan had experienced many debutante balls. Young ladies were always invited as a courtesy, but the true guests were the single men looking to court the young lady coming of age. 

For the men, it was a business arrangement disguised as romance. Daughters of nobles came with dowries, which were normally much more attractive than the young girls themselves. Thanks to their father's money, the girls could look forward to a life of comfort, if not love. 

Rowan wanted none of it. She had been 13 when her sister Lauren came of age. Even then, the business aspect of it appalled her. Her sister primped and preened until her hair was perfect and her face was flawless. Lauren's dress was beautifully crafted with layers of lilac silk trimmed in a delicate white lace. The bodice cinched in to accentuate her tiny waist and emphasize what little bosom she had. Nearly 6 months went into planning a party so that her sister could be married to a complete stranger.

Not that Lauren hadn't come to love her husband. Gregor was the eldest son of Percy Danworth, the Viscount of Dirth. The match was made with little concern of Lauren's wishes, not that she would ever dream of disagreeing with her father. She was allowed to court Gregor for 2 weeks before the wedding. He had turned out to be an honest and thoughtful husband. So far the marriage had produced 2 beautiful children with another well on the way. 

Unlike Lauren, Rowan had a strong sense of independence. Not one to follow blindly, Rowan was a leader. Not exactly a quality most men desired in a wife. Rowan tended to speak her mind, go where she wanted and do as she pleased. Today it pleased her to sit in her bath thinking about the events of this evening.

It wasn't that Rowan was opposed to having a ball. On the contrary, she was looking forward to it. After tonight, she could court a man and decide for herself if he was worthy of her affections. Regardless of the wishes of her mother and father, Rowan was not about to accept marriage to a man she did not love and respect simply because he had the right title before his name. 

Rowan decided she had aggravated her mother enough for the time being and decided to proceed in getting ready. Her maid was standing with a large fluffy wrap as Rowan rose out of the sweet smelling water. 

The maids had their work cut out for them if they deemed to make her look the part of a proper lady. Not that she was not beautiful. It was just hard to see under her usual appearance. Most young ladies stayed indoors, away from the sun and its glaring light that could mark their alabaster skin. They practiced needlepoint and music, read literature and maintained an air of dignity. 

Rowan had her own idea of how she should carry herself. Ever the tomboy, Rowan preferred the fresh air and sunshine. She excelled at archery, rode horses, went fishing and never shied from swimming in the large pond at the edge of the grounds. She liked to climb trees and pick flowers in the woods. She was frequently covered in mud and had an unkempt appearance. Her nails were broken, her hair was always a tangled mess and her skin was sun-kissed a golden brown that was not in fashion with the ladies at court. Nearly everything about her was considered scandalous. 

Rowan didn't care. She was determined that any man wishing to court her must accept her as she was. Unfortunately, her mother had other ideas. She set one maid to filing and buffing Rowan's nails. Another was busy brushing the tangles from her hair. A third set upon her with powder and lip stain. By the time they were finished, Rowan had transformed into a beautiful woman. Her waist length mahogany hair was bound in intricate braids to show off her long, graceful neck. A few strands of curls were left free to draw attention to her shoulders and back. With her hair styled and her face powdered and stained, Rowan felt like a painted doll. She hardly recognized herself in the mirror. 

Next it was on to the layers upon layers of clothes. Rowan couldn't understand how anyone could enjoy being confined like this. Stockings, garters, small clothes, pantaloons, chemise, corset and underskirts... and she hadn't even donned her dress! 

Oh, but what a dress it was. Her father had spared no expense to ensure his daughter would look perfect this evening. It had been especially designed by the most sought after seamstress at court. It was a beautiful concoction guaranteed to set all eyes on her this evening. The gown was crafted of fine blue green silk to bring out the color of her eyes. It was trimmed in ivory lace and pale pink ribbons. The bodice was covered in shining crystals and delicate pearls. Rowan could hardly wait to have it on. 

The dress was cut to show off her curves. It was cinched at the waist, as expected, but the bodice was a complete surprise. It was cut so low it was bordering on indecent, but that was the newest fashion at court. The sleeves were fashioned off the shoulders as to show off her neck and back. Unlike her sister, Rowan was tall with an ample bosom. This dress would nearly have her breasts tumbling out. She would have to take care to keep from embarrassing herself this evening. 

****

"Who do you have your eye on for this evening?"

Rowan's older brother, Tristan, was in the library with his best friend, Rhys, discussing the possibilities of the evening's events. The men had been friends since they were just boys. Both were the heirs to their fathers' titles and neither was in a hurry to wed. These balls were just a way for them to meet the other young ladies in attendance.

As an heir to a Marquess, Tristan enjoyed his fair share of attention from the ladies at court, but nothing compared to his friend Rhys. Tristan was handsome, to be sure. He was nearly 6 feet tall with a medium build and stylish brown hair. He wore tailored clothes and an expensive hat. 

Ah, but Rhys. Women swooned when Rhys entered a room. He was taller than most men, nearly 4 inches over 6 feet. He was long and lean, with taut muscles and dashing looks. His curly, shoulder length black hair was pulled back in a dark blue ribbon that matched the color of his eyes. His wit and charm captivated men and women alike. If all this wasn't enough, Rhys was the eldest son of the Duke of Chelsea. He was destined to inherit one of the wealthiest estates in the country.

Tristan might have been jealous of all the attention his friend received, if his friend cared anything about it. Fortunately, Rhys took it all in stride and never set out to take advantage of the attention that was bestowed upon him. He was modest and friendly, and above all, generous. Rather than jealousy, Tristan felt fortunate to reap the benefits of having such a friend. He hoped that tonight would be just such an occasion.

"No one in particular, I'm afraid. I'm hoping to see some new faces tonight. I'm getting tired of dealing with the same shallow, social climbing harlots every week. For once I would like to spend the evening with a woman who has a brain and isn't afraid to use it!" 

"Rhys, Rhys, Rhys. Why worry about a woman of substance? We are too young to settle down. Especially with so many women vying for our attention. "

"Sure Tristan, rutting with beautiful women has its appeal, but don't you ever long for a woman you can talk to? Someone with whom you can enjoy their company without the intrigues and games?"

Tristan was caught off guard. He had never thought about having a woman as a friend. He preferred to spend as little time as possible talking to them and as much as he could in their knickers.

"I don't know, Rhys. I'm pretty content just bedding them."

The men shared a hearty laugh as they left the library. Walking towards the ballroom, Rhys thought of the guest of honor. He had known the Barclays for many years and had seen Rowan grow from a young girl into a young woman. She was sharp of tongue and clever of wit. She had a wild demeanor and he hadn't thought of her as the type to want such a ball. 

"So tell me Tristan, how did your parents convince your sister to come inside and concede to such an event?"

"Surely your guess is as good as mine! I think father is looking to have her settled in hopes of taming her wild nature. For that to happen, they will need to bath her and groom her and tie her tongue. I have a hard time believing they will be able to convince her to act properly, but that is their concern, not mine. While all the other gentlemen are focused on my sweet little sister, we can have our pick of the other ladies in attendance." 

"Well then, as long as you have this all planned out."

The men entered the ballroom to await the arrival of Tristan's sister. 



Coming of Age



Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in any sexual acts if their ages are not mentioned beforehand; are over 18 years of age. Enjoy.

Hi everyone,

I know, I know, I am evil for leaving you for so long and I am sorry. I needed a little break and my editor was busy moving into her new home and doing renovations.

So that being said here is chapter 1 of my latest story which is mainly about the triplets. I hope you enjoy it.

Have fun and please feel free to comment, all feedback is welcome.

Chapter 1

The young woman bounced as she crammed the last of her clothes into her bag. She paused for a moment and glanced around, wondering if she had missed anything. Her long black hair was kept back in a long braid that finished past her shapely behind, her deep blue eyes were expressive, her full lips were curved up in an excited smile. She took a lot after her mother in the nose and jaw but after her father in height, at five foot eleven she was long and lean. She was dressed simply in a pair of faded blue jeans, a tight black cotton shirt, that enhanced her shape, and heavy boots, around her neck was a choker that had her name spelt out on it in silver blocks with black letters and read Serenity, a wide banded watch hugged her left wrist and a heavy silver bracelet hugged her right.

A head popped into her room, Temperance was an exact match to her twin physically, but in temperament they were two completely different women, one was calmness personified the other was explosive at a moment's notice. They also had different tastes in clothes; Serenity was grungy biker while Temperance dressed more feminine, today she was dressed for comfort in jeans and a halter neck top. "Come on we have a long drive ahead." Temperance coaxed her twin before ducking back out again.

Serenity smiled and zipped her bag up, if she forgot something well... she was part ancient she could simply pop back and get it. She heaved her bag onto her shoulder and followed her sister from the room and raced down stairs.

Thais was waiting to pack the last of her things into one of the two cars going with them. He took the bag from his sister, his muscles barely working as he put it in the back of the SUV, most of their things had gone ahead of them in trucks but if they wanted to get around they had to drive their modes of transport. Thais was almost exactly like his father in looks and build although without the need to shave, his jaw was strong and his nose was perfectly arched, his eyes were the same deep blue, the only thing different was his skin, it was a pale alabaster like his sisters. He favoured the grunge look like Serenity, but today he was wearing leather pants instead of jeans.

All this was watched by the three young adults' family, Amy was wrapped up in her mates arms, their youngest son Gwynt, meaning wind, watched with longing wishing he could go with his siblings. Amy wrapped an arm around her son and hugged him to her body. College didn't start for a few more weeks but they had to set up the house Amy and Wolfgang had bought for them to live in. She was glad the triplets were going together to the same college, at least they would know someone besides their inescapable body guards. However, Amy had decided that the bodyguards would be those she chose and would be enrolled in the same courses giving her children some form of normalcy. She had chosen those who would blend in, Crystal was with Serenity as she had often proven that she could play almost anything to come into her hands so would be able to do a Major in Music quite easily. Myth was with Thais as she had a great love of animals and could easily do a Major in Zoology. That left Han with Temperance doing a Major in Non-Human History which didn't bother him as he had a keen passion for the past.

Amy slid out of Wolfgang's arms and approached her children, she didn't look old enough to have adult children as she hadn't aged a day since she met her soul mate. She hugged them each then stepped back, "Drive carefully." She told them, "Be safe and if you need anything call."

Wolfgang smiled and approached wrapping his arms back around his mate and giving his children an amused look. "Don't forget... September 3rd... get your butts home or she'll go and embarrass you." He warned, before pulling Amy into the house before she started to cry and refuse to let her children move to a college so far away from home.

Gwynt walked up to his older siblings and got hugs from them, he wished he could go with them but he knew it wasn't time, even if, like his older siblings he looked to graduate from a Were high school at age fifteen. He knew the house wasn't going to be the same without them, he almost wished Sage would come home early. Almost... he corrected, his older sister was as bad as all the cubs which were currently running around the manor put together.

Thais messed Gwynt's hair, "don't fret too much... aunt Sasha will be coming to stay for a while with Grams and pop."

Gwynt smiled, "thanks that makes it bearable." He loved and respected his aunt despite the fact there was almost no age difference between them, it would also be great to have Lupa around the house. He waved at his siblings before going inside.

Serenity slid her jacket on then her helmet before she mounted her 2030 Harley Davidson chopper. Crystal mounted her vintage 2001 Harley Roadster sliding her jacket on then her own helmet. Thais mounted his own vintage 1998 Harley Chopper after sliding into a jacket and into his helmet. Temperance glared at her siblings and got into her much more practical red BMW eco, Han got into his silver SUV as Myth mounted her own bike a modest 2030 Yamaha Roadster. They kicked their bikes over and followed Temperance and Han out of the big white house they lived in sometimes, when their mother had to live there, and down the long drive out of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.





Coming of Age



Serenity smiled as her hands worked their own special brand of magic, back when Ghost first joined the pack she had spent a lot of time with him, helping him come to terms with the gaping hole in his soul. Whenever he started to cry his heart out she was there and would start rubbing his back and he would quickly go to sleep no matter what state he had worked himself into, it wasn't until later that he realised there was something special about what she was doing.

"How did you meet Ghan?" Serenity asked curious as to how those two close friends met.

Crystal turned her head to the side, "like I said, I had resigned myself to being alone, I would never turn someone and since I couldn't get close enough for anyone to get to know me I spent most of my time alone, in the wild. I was hunting, I didn't know Ghan had been stalking the same deer. Anyway I got to them first and was draining a buck when he walked into the clearing, curious imp that he was, he had no fear. It was day time and there I was drinking blood."

Serenity unsnapped Crystal's bra strap to better get at her back.

"He asked me what I was, I was so pleased that someone wanted to talk to me even after seeing what he did that I just poured it all out. I don't even remember parts of it but by the end he had his arms around me and we were friends." She sighed, "it wasn't until much later that I learnt Ghan was searching for his brother and that his brother had given birth to Vampires. If I had known that at the time I probably would have turned away from him but I didn't so... yeah. In a way he had hoped I could help him and when he learnt I couldn't he didn't care. 'No one deserves to be alone,' were his words. He tried to integrate me into his pack but they were really uncomfortable with me and to be honest after so long alone I was uncomfortable with them."

Serenity went back to lightly scratching for several moments before starting to really work on Crystal's corded muscles.

"So," Crystal said a little sleepily, "I left, but I had a friend and that it meant more to me than anything. I started to see life differently, I started to explore but I would always find Ghan and tell him of my adventures, which only became easier with technology. Then one day, fourteen years ago he called, he wanted to meet up and had managed to talk Amy and Wolfgang into letting me come to the central den." She felt her eyes closing, she couldn't stay awake even if she tried.

Serenity knew the rest of this story since she was there for it.





Coming of Age



Amy nodded and Serenity turned to the selection and picked out her favourite.

Haley walked in with a tray of food, she placed it before Vlha, "Could you stand for a moment? I just need to get some measurements so I can get some clothes that will fit." Vlha stood and as soon as he was up right she started to whip a measuring tape around his body.

Once Haley was done she left, Vlha watched her leave slightly bemused. "Have Were changed so much that they have no fear of Vampires, and since when have Vampires been able to stand sun light." He asked.

"Take a seat and I'll explain," Amy said.

Vlha went to sit next to Destiny, "Don't forget your lunch," Serenity said as she pointed to the tray.

Vlha lifted the tray on which an empty glass waited as well as the food.

"Come on Ghan... either come in and sit or go away." Wolfgang said knowing that whatever danger Vlha might have caused was over. Ghan walked in with a nod of his head at Wolfgang and sat in a vacant chair.

"Where is Keira?" Amy asked knowing Ghan rarely let her out of his sight even at the manor.

"Playing with Maddie," Ghan answered.

Amy nodded and focused on Vlha, "Were have changed, however not when it comes to Vampires, the only reason they don't fear you is because we have vouched for you." She explained.

"You don't even know me," Vlha said shocked that a Were would vouch for Vampires.

Amy sighed, "I do, Judas and a bunch of new borns attacked you and bled you dry before placing you in a magic infused coffin made of marble, they then threw you into an abyss." No one reacted, they simply couldn't not with Serenity keeping their rage and anger in check. "You left Destiny in the care of the conclave although you had no intention of leaving her there, you went to find Crystal, furious with what Judas had done and not willing to leave her out in the world alone and angry, afraid actually of what she would do."

"How do you know that?" Vlha asked.

"I'm complicated, but for now you can call me Ancient." Amy answered.

"Judas is going to die," Arianna said firmly, she could feel her anger but because she wasn't letting it go any further than a gentle simmer Serenity was leaving her alone.

Susan walked in with a little bounce to her step, she walked over to Crystal and dropped her keys into her hand. "When I was riding your bike I found the brakes were sticking a little but I fixed it and filled it up. She's a beauty."

"Susan," Amy said with a mischievous grin. Susan turned just as Amy made a gesture sending Susan's body into Destiny's. Wolfgang chuckled as he knew what was going to happen next.

Susan turned to Destiny to apologise for Amy, a scent tickled her nose making her take a deep breath. She growled and pressed her nose to Destiny's skin. Destiny didn't know what was going on until Susan growled out one word. "Mine." Susan was suddenly on her feet and had flung Destiny onto her shoulder.

"Vampires don't mate," Vlha said as he watched Susan carry Destiny from the room. Wolfgang couldn't help it and just started to laugh at the shocked expression on Destiny's face.

Amy grinned, "who said Destiny was a Vampire, because she isn't."

"Well if she isn't a Vampire what is she then?" Vlha asked.

"That is the million dollar question." Amy replied.

"Is there a phone I could use, I need to make a heap of phone calls." Arianna asked.

Wolfgang got control of himself and gestured at the desk, "feel free to use my desk." He then turned his attention to Vlha and Crystal as Arianna walked over to the desk. "Ghan is claiming kinship to both of you and in a left handed kind of way to Destiny as well. Welcome to Wolf Haven Pack, you three are members for as long as you wish."

"Just like that?" Crystal asked stunned.

Wolfgang nodded, "yep... just like that... how do you think I got you to sit." He said as he stood and scooped up his daughter, "let's go for a run." He told her before he carried her from the room.

Amy stood and stretched, "Ghan can you show them their rooms. Arianna," Amy said just before Arianna picked up the phone, "feel free to attack the library during your stay and when you have made your calls please ask someone to show you where you will be sleeping."

"May I ask what kind of blood you have on offer?" Arianna asked.

"Any kind of blood you want... as long as it is animal." Amy replied.

"I can't go hunting now... and how is it I am not burnt to a cinder." Arianna asked.

"No UV can enter the house, and we have a blood synthesiser which will make any kind of animal blood for you." Amy explained.

"Black bear?" Arianna asked as it was one of her favourite kinds of animal blood.

"Yes even black bear, I'll have Haley bring some in for you." Amy said as she left the room leaving Ghan, Crystal, Vlha and Arianna to do whatever they pleased.





Coming of Age



"Idiosyncrasies," Temperance supplied.

"I would have said peculiarities." Serenity said as she walked into the room.

"Quirks," Thais added with a nod.

"Need I say more?" Myth said. "By the way those words all mean the same thing. You are all oddballs and freaks."

"Coming from the Elf whose idea of a good time is re-tensioning her bow... that says a lot." Temperance snapped a little.

Crystal sat in a chair, "Ignore them, I do. Food?" She asked Thais.

"You are almost as bad as Sage did you know that?" He asked her as he went to get the door, as Temperance went to get the rest of the food out.

Serenity turned to their guests, "yeah... we're always like this... reminds us of home."

"That and we've all known each other for at least ten years." Han said with a chuckle. "So we bicker, all the time."

"Pizza!" Thais said as he walked in with a stack of pizzas.

"Food," Crystal said as she hopped up and started to stalk Thais into the dining room.

"Come on let's eat and get to know each other." Serenity said.

"Get the door Ren." Thais called back.

"COMING." She called as she raced to the door for Temperance's invites, now the house warming could begin. They had been looking forward to this all week, not just the fact that they were entertaining in their new home for the first time, or the fact that they had all made friends in the first week, but this was the start of their journey into adulthood.



Coming Of Age



A middle aged woman and a geeky young man back in the 70's...

***

I had made the trip from the little cottage across the street and about 50 feet down countless times but never faster than that afternoon in June of 1976. After I sprinted blindly from our neighbor's back yard, a yard I had mowed for the last four years - not even watching for cars on the rarely traveled gravel road - I ran into our house and closed the door. Closed it and locked it and then looked through the blinds for what was about to happen.

What that was I didn't know. All I did know was that I was in deep shit. When my folks found out what I had just been caught doing - well, let's just say that while I would be headed halfway across the country for college come August, the next two months would be hell.

My parents were probably stricter than most, especially my mother who was a holy roller with lofty moral standards that nobody but her seemed to reach, but even my old man wouldn't care for this.

***

It all happened because I had forgotten my wallet at our neighbors house. I had set it on the shelf of the little shed where the mower was stored because I tend to sweat like a pig when I mow, especially on hot days like today, and that gets my wallet soggy.

I always remember it because when I put the neighbor's mower away, and I mean always. After all, it's right there next to the door I push the mower back in the shed. Today, I forgot, and I don't know how or why. All I do know is that my life was ruined.

It was all Mrs. Audi's fault. Mrs. Audi was the neighbor lady who I had spent all of my teenage years doing favors for. Mowing her lawn in the summer, shoveling her walk in the winter and going to the store whenever she needed something.

I admit I didn't like doing it at first. It was my Mom's idea, and she explained that I should be nice to the lady because she had been through a lot and didn't have anybody around to help her.

What that meant I wasn't sure, although I do remember a lot of yelling coming from across the street when I was younger and then I remember a police car stopping at the Audi house. After that, there was no sign of Mr. Audi. I didn't understand it then but as the years passed I figured a lot of it out.

So for the last five years I mowed and shoveled but I didn't need to be prodded by Mom anymore. I had grown fond of the little woman and I thought she had been fond of me too. That was before that afternoon, and if she hadn't left her bedroom window open I wouldn't have been cowering behind of door waiting for either Mrs. Audi to charge across the street and for the police to pull up outside. Which would be worse? I wasn't sure.

"What are you up to?" came the voice of my mother from behind me, scaring the crap out of me. "Playing cops and robbers?"

"What? No," I said, shaking my head in wonder.

I'm 18, not 8, and it never seemed to register with my mother that even though I didn't look it I was a grown man. maybe it would register when I packed my bags and went off to college soon, but until then I was her little Tyler.

"Well, you look like a mess. Did you do Mrs. Audi's lawn?" she asked, and after I assured her it had been taken care of she told me to go take a shower before supper.

I went up the stairs to my bedroom, keeping my eye on the Audi house until I began to think maybe Mrs. Audi wasn't going to come over to tell my mother what a pervert her son turned out to be, so I went to the bathroom and stood under the spray where I did most of my best thinking.

****

The bedroom window and the flowered curtain that waved lightly with the breeze. Why wasn't the window closed? Probably because the Audi house, like every other one in our less that prosperous village, had no air conditioning so having closed windows on days like today would make the house stifling.

Okay, maybe it wasn't Mrs. Audi's fault that the window was open, but the rest of it was her fault. If she hadn't been making those noises, I wouldn't have been compelled to go over to the window and look in. I thought she was calling for help or was sick, so it was only natural that I would go over to check.

Also not exactly accurate. I may have been the most naïve and socially awkward 18 year old on the planet but even I knew the sounds Mrs. Audi was making didn't indicate she needed help. She sounded like Mom did that day when I came home early from school and caught Mom and Dad having a matinee.

Still, what I saw what Mrs. Audi was doing? You don't do that sort of thing when a kid is around mowing your lawn. She must have wanted to be caught and with me being an average teenager with raging hormones, what would you expect?

The problem with that theory was that I had been done with the lawn and had left twenty minutes earlier, only returning to retrieve my wallet, so that left Mrs. Audi free of blame. There was only one person wrong here, and that was me.

I scrubbed away in the middle of what was going to be the longest shower in history, and my washing was becoming focused in a particular area as my train of thought changed from how the incident happened to what I saw when the curtain billowed open.

Regrets? Yes. I regret getting caught. If I had stayed where I was I would never have been nailed, but when I walked up on the metal storm door to get a better look that became my downfall. Curiosity killed the cat, right?

The moans. Just hearing Mrs. Audi groaning and carrying on while speaking in tongues or Italian - whatever it was - that was erotic enough. I could have used my imagination and let Mrs. Audi provide the soundtrack but instead I inched up so I could look through the curtain.

My imagination was vivid in many ways but when it came to girls it was extremely limited. I had only had one real girlfriend my entire life and that had never gotten very far. Out here in the sticks the houses were few and far between and my senior class had only graduated 18, with only 8 of the dozen and a half being girls. Do the math, especially when you're a runt and not all that attractive like I was.

Naked women? I had seen a few in a friend's copy of Playboy that he "borrowed" from his old man but as far as real live females? Zero. I did catch my Mom coming out of the shower once but I hid my eyes and ducked back into my bedroom before I saw much of anything. 

So as I inched up the slanted storm door I was hoping to see a naked Mrs. Audi. Maybe she had a "gentleman caller", which is what Mom called some guy that apparently visited the widow Franklin down the road a way, but I had never seen anybody visit Mrs. Audi's house.

Another step up the door and there she was. Not naked but definitely not looking anything like she usually did. Mrs. Audi was on her back in the bed with the blouse she had been wearing earlier still mostly on but very rumpled but below the waist she was naked, with her slacks and panties on the end of the bed.

That's what a pussy looks like, I recall thinking as I strained to get a better look. The ones in Playboy looked nothing like this, because those women had trimmed little triangles of hair if they had any at all, and from what I could see Mrs. Audi's was anything but trimmed and furthermore there was something going in and out of it.

It was humming and was white, standing out very clearly because of the black jungle of hair that surrounded it. Mrs. Audi was on her back with her feet tucked up toward her butt and her legs were spread wide, and she was slipping it in and out of her pussy with her right hand while her left was up under her blouse.

Perfect. I had a perfect view of everything. Mrs. Audi had nice legs, I recall noting as I took one more little step in an effort to see how far down between her legs that amazing bush grew. 

One small step for man one giant leap for mankind, I think Neil Armstrong had said a few years earlier. My quote that day was one stupid step and I screwed myself royally because my foot must have hit just the right spot on the middle of that metal door because there came a loud "BONG" sound from where my foot landed as the metal complained about me steeping on it. The door was fine but I wasn't.

I knew that the sound was loud enough to be heard inside, since Mrs. Audi's upper torso jerked upright when she heard it. Right then there was a gust of wind that had the curtains fluttering open even wider, and the result of this was me and Mrs. Audi ending up staring at each other. 

I don't know what my face looked like but I saw the look of shock and horror on poor Mrs. Audi's face as we looked through the open window at each other until I bolted, running through the yard and across the street while cursing my stupidity every step of the way.

***

My hand had dropped the soap in the shower by this point in my mental review of my adventure and was slowly stroking my cock as I thought about Mrs. Audi and her hairy pussy. Maybe I could even things up by offering to let her watch me jerk off, I remember thinking in a perverse moment, since I did it nearly every day.

The hair looked so thick that I wondered whether it was kinky and coarse like mine, or maybe it was was soft as a cloud. Whatever it was there was a lot of it and I decided I liked that better that the ones that only had a little fur around the opening.

***

My mind went back many years to when I happened to be watching Mrs. Audi put clothes on the line while I mowed around her. My eyes had drifted to her upraised arm when the short sleeve rode up toward her shoulder a bit and I was shocked at what I saw.

I asked my old man about this later, and the conversation was typical of the way you learned the facts of life around the Taylor household in the 70's.

"Dad?" I said when I found him in the garage monkeying around under the hood of our creaky old Ford Falcon. "How come Mrs. Audi has hair under her arms? Mom doesn't."

That wasn't exactly true since Mom's armpits usually looked like my Dad's face did if he didn't shave for a couple of days, but that wasn't the point.

"She does, huh?" Dad said with a smile. "Maybe it's because she's Italian?" he mused, pronouncing it "eye-talian" before offering another possibility. "Then again, maybe it's like why your mother doesn't dust under the bed."

"Huh?" I said.

"I don't know. Go ask your mother," the old man said, and that ended that enlightening conversation because asking my mother something like that would subject me to an endless sermon that might end up with me being sent to the priest for counseling again.

Replaying that last ancient image of poor Mrs. Audi putting the clothes on the line sent me over the edge, because I felt too guilty about spying on her earlier to enjoy that image just yet. I came just in time because I was running out of warm water in the shower. I made sure my cum went down the drain before turning off the water, and as I dried off I made a mental note to go over and apologize to Mrs. Audi if she or the cops didn't show up that night.

***

No police stopped by that night or any other night either, and neither did Mrs. Audi show up at the door to tell my folks about their precious little pervert.

I didn't go over to apologize either even though I had told myself I would. I avoided going back the Audi house as well, and when I would have to bicycle past to the store I made sure I was going at top speed and stared straight ahead. After a week of that avoiding I figured I was in the clear.

What did that mean? It meant that during my morning masturbation routine in the shower my mind could replay that scene of watching Mrs. Audi on her bed. Between that, along with her clothesline scene and thinking about the other two objects of my teenage lust, Karen Valentine of the show Room 222 and Adrianne Barbeau of the show Maude, I had a fresh image every morning.

Until Tuesday that is. I had spent much of the day down at the ball field playing pick-up baseball and after pedaling past the Audi house I entered my place and ran into my mother who was at the sink

"Oh Tyler? Mrs. Audi was over here before," Mom said and at hearing that my stomach flipped, although Mom didn't seem mad.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. She was hoping you could stop at the store for her but I told her you had just gone to play ball."

"Oh. Too bad."

"That's okay. You can go tomorrow. After all, you're going to have to mow her lawn tomorrow anyway," Mom informed me. "With the rain last weekend she says it's really getting high in back."

"Oh," I said while I tried to think of a reason why I couldn't do it.

"You're such a good boy," Mom said, pinching my cheek like she had done since I could remember. "There's a special place in heaven for angels like you." 

I nodded and ran up to my room, looking over at the Audi home and the grass that couldn't stop growing no matter how much I wished for it, and as I looked over I thought about what Mom said.

A special place in heaven for me? That got me to chuckle as I thought about what that special place must be like, full of chronically masturbating guys with raging hormones like me who look through bedroom windows at women. Some place that must be.

***

If I could have mowed Mrs. Audi's lawn in the middle of the night I would have, because that would have allowed me to not have to look at Mrs. Audi. Actually, me looking at her wasn't what bothered me. It was having her look at me that I dreaded, so after I went over I tried to fill her mower as quickly and quietly as possible. 

That accomplished nothing of course, because once that mower started roaring my presence would be obvious. As it turned out it didn't matter because even before I revved up the engine Mrs. Audi came out onto the porch, and while I tried to pretend I didn't see her eventually I looked up

Mrs. Audi had a tight little smile and gave me a timid little wave, which wasn't like her usually much more animated greeting. I returned the wave and was happy when she went back in the house because she was wearing one of those house dresses with the short sleeves that capped her rounded shoulders, and if she started putting clothes on the line again...

What the hell is wrong with me? I forced myself to stop thinking about stuff like that and instead I concentrated on figuring out how fast I could mow the lawn. My record was about 40 minutes, with the steep slope in back really slowing the process down, but it was so hot that my early rapid pace was beginning to flag about halfway through. That was when I turned around and saw her coming towards me with a big tumbler of lemonade.

"Tyler, please slow down," Mrs. Audi said after I turned the mower off and faced her. "It's too hot to go that fast. Here. You like lemonade, don't you?"

"Yes, thanks Mrs. Audi," I said as I took the drink which I really did need, and as I sipped it I could feel the tension between us.

There had never been any tension before, and I had always enjoyed talking with her. Now was different. She seemed embarrassed, like she wanted to say something but couldn't. I could appreciate that because since that incident I tried to imagine how I would have felt if the situation was reversed. 

"So hot lately," Mrs. Audi said as she wiped the brow with the back of my hand while forcing myself to look anywhere besides where I wanted to, and then she left.

As Mrs. Audi walked towards her back door my eyes followed her. She wasn't a very big woman, probably only about 5'4", and although she might have been a tiny bit plump there was no denying she had a nice body. The bras I had ducked under a few times over the years showed she had pretty big boobs although the dresses she wore didn't flaunt them.

I had even looked at the tags a couple of times to see what size bra she wore but the tags were old and faded. I figured her boobs were as big or bigger than my Mom's judging by the size of the cups and Mom wore a 40C. Maybe that Mom being real chubby had something to do with it, but I had no clue.

Mrs. Audi's legs looked shapely, although she wore these white socks that went halfway up her calves and weren't flattering. Were her legs hairy? I couldn't tell although that swipe of her hand on her head left no doubt about where a razor still didn't go. I didn't care about any of that, and in fact I thought her hairy armpits made her look wild and sexy.

It was about that moment as I watched Mrs. Audi walked up the steps of her porch that I noticed she had turned around and looked back at me while I was still holding my empty glass and staring dumbly at her while mentally undressing the woman.

Son of a bitch. Let's see, I thought as I set the glass next to my wallet on the shelf of the shed and started up the mower again. "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana said that, and the only reason I knew that is because it was a question on my final exam last month.

That was me alright. I couldn't learn from my mistakes. How could I stand there and leer at this poor lady, especially after invading her privacy like I had? All week I had fretted about going to either jail or hell, and look how I acted when apparently handed a reprieve. 

I just couldn't help myself. As I mowed I kept thinking about Mrs. Audi, and while this wasn't really new, now that I had seen her naked it was different. What was worse, I hadn't seen her naked, just from the waist down and even that wasn't a great view. Now I was using what I had seen and working in my imagination for the rest.

I finally finished the lawn and returned the mower to the shed, and this time I remembered to grab my wallet although I saw that the lemonade glass was there next to it. I could pretend to forget that it was there but decided that instead I would put it on the rail of Mrs. Audi's back porch.

The plan worked well until Mrs. Audi appeared at the screen door, holding the crumpled dollar bills that she always made me take even though my mother had insisted that I never take anything from Mrs. Audi, "Except a thank you".

"You might need this for school someday," Mrs. Audi had always told me while pressing the bills in my hand, explaining that she couldn't have me do all that work for nothing. 

Those dollar bills had grown into a considerable pile, money that I would indeed need for college books soon, but as Mrs. Audi beckoned me into her kitchen I was wishing I could disappear.

"Sit down Tyler," Mrs. Audi said as she took the glass and filled it again, and as she motioned for me to sit at the little table across from her I was searching for a reason to get out.

"Oh - uh - Mrs. Audi? You needed something at the store yesterday," I mumbled. "I can go right now."

"Sit down Tyler," Mrs. Audi said. "We have to talk."

I collapsed into the chair, feeling even more dread than I had when my old man under a lot of prodding from my mother, told me to sit down just like Mrs. Audi had. His mission that day was to tell me about the facts of life. I had managed to divert that conversation by steering it into a discussion about whether Ernie Banks was the best all-around shortstop in history or not. 

Mrs. Audi probably didn't know anything about Ernie Banks, and even if she did I knew this this conversation was not going to be about baseball. The only consolation was that Mrs. Audi seemed to be just as nervous as I was.

***

"Tyler, I want to explain about last week," Mrs. Audi said, and as I looked at her little hands clenched and twisted while spinning her wedding ring around, I started to cry.

Not bawling, but my eyes filled up and a tear trickled down my cheek as I told her I was sorry.

"You didn't do anything honey," Mrs. Audi said while reaching across the table and putting her hand over the one I had on the tumbler.

"I thought you were sick or something, I swear," I said. "I heard - thought I heard you crying or something."




Coming Of Age



"It's alright. My husband - he always said I was sick so maybe you heard right."

"I should have left after I saw that - saw that you were alright."

"It wasn't your fault," Mrs. Audi insisted. "I shouldn't have been - well, that doesn't matter but I thought you were done with the lawn and had gone back home."

"I did. I forgot my wallet and came back to pick it up."

"Oh," Mrs. Audi said. "I didn't know that. I thought that maybe - well I know boys are curious and maybe you - I mean I know sometimes you look at me."

"I do," I admitted. "But not like that, I swear."

"I believe you honey," Mrs. Audi said as she squeezed my hand. "I know you saw what I was doing? Do you understand what you saw?"

"Yeah, I mean I think so. I do it all the time, but not with that whatever it was," I confessed.

"You don't have a girlfriend, do you Tyler?" Mrs. Audi asked, and I shook my head. "But you like girls right?"

"Yeah!" I almost shouted. "It's just around here, there's not many girls. Maybe when I go to college it will be easier.'

"I'm sure it will be on account of you're a cute boy and have a good heart," Mrs. Audi assured me.

"I don't know about that."

"You are. You see I always see you as the little boy even after all these years," Mrs. Audi said. "Your Mama and me, we were talking about you a while back and when she told me you were 18 I couldn't believe it. Time goes by so fast."

She didn't add that I still looked like a little twerp in many ways, and her not mentioning that was something which I was eternally grateful for.

"Yeah. I don't know who will do your lawn when I go away," I said.

"I'll get by, but it won't be the same without you," Mrs. Audi said. "I think I like you as much as you like me. maybe more."

"I doubt that," I informed her.

"I want to tell you something, because I think you feel embarrassed about what you saw through the window," Mrs. Audi said. "You see, after I thought about what your Mama and I talked about, I looked at you in a different way. I started to notice the way your body had changed and how the little boy had become a man. Do you know what I mean?"

"I - I don't know," I admitted.

"Last week I was watching you as you mowed. I saw the muscles as you moved and I thought about things. Maybe like the things you think about me sometimes," Mrs. Audi said as her hand tightened on mine. "Maybe I'm a crazy old woman but sometimes I think that when you look at me - maybe you don't see me as a sad old lady."

"I don't. I mean, I think you're pretty. Always have had sort of a - crush on you," I said. "But just like in my head. I know I'm just a kid and you're a married lady."

"This?" Mrs. Audi said as she held up the wedding ring while spinning it around. "I just wear it because I like the ring. It doesn't mean anything anymore. My ex-husband? He is dead to me. He wasn't nice to me. He made me do very bad things, not only with him but with other people. He wasn't like you. His heart was cold, not like yours. Do you understand?"

"I don't know."

"You see, when a man and a woman get married, they get to know each other very well," Mrs. Audi explained. "The man that romanced me was not the man he became. I never said no to him, except when he wanted me to do things that he knew I hated because he was a very big man. Making love? I always said yes, and he often said I was some kind of - what did he call me? A lunatic or a maniac. Something like that."

"Nymphomaniac?" I asked, remembering that my friend Ross had used that word to describe a girl that used to go to our school and I had to ask him what it meant, but as it turned out it wasn't true at least as far as I was concerned.

"Yes, that's the word. He said I wanted too much from him, but all I wanted to do was make him happy," Mrs. Audi said. "Anything but that one thing, but resisting made him angry and it came down to me knowing that one way I another I was going to get hurt. This doesn't make any sense to you, does it Tyler?"

"Some of it," I admitted as I tried to remember what the guy looked like, and the guy I used to be afraid of used to looked like a monkey and not a very big one either when he would lug his tool box in and out of the truck. "I think he should have been happy he got to be with somebody as nice as you but I don't know what this bad thing was that you keep talking about. Is it like whipping?"

"No honey. You know about the way people make love?" Mrs. Audi asked.

"Yes," I said, and although I had no first hand knowledge I had figured it out even without my old man's help.

"Besides that way there is another way," Mrs. Audi explained. "The man enters the woman in another place. Some people like that."

Wow. There were only two places besides the obvious one that I could figure and I couldn't imagine how somebody's mouth could get hurt by doing THAT.

"You mean the... bottom?" I asked while changing the word ass at the last minute, and when Mrs. Audi nodded I was stunned because I was totally ignorant about that, even more so than about most things.

"You see, men and woman are all built different," Mrs. Audi said. "My husband - he knew he would hurt me if we did it that way. I think that's why he did it, because it excited him to hear me cry and beg him to stop, or at least be gentle. The more I begged the more brutal he got, and when I would refuse he would hit me. Until after the last time when the police came. I didn't call though; somebody in the neighborhood did I think."

That had to be Mom or Dad because it would be tough for anyone else to have heard. I had heard, but I thought they were just arguing like my folks did, only a lot louder. I remember my parents talking long ago about one loud argument from across the street and my father telling my mother, "Best to mind your own beeswax."

That was the old man for you. It wasn't him and while I wished I was smart enough to have been able to figure it out and make the call myself, I hadn't. That left Mom. Meddling, over-bearing pain in the butt. I never loved her more that that moment.

I looked up at Mrs. Audi who was staring at me with a nervous smile, and when I saw those sad brown eyes and that chipped tooth in the front I thought about what had caused that, I lost it.

"I'm sorry honey. I tell you too much I think," Mrs. Audi said while waiting for me to get a grip over the image of that fucking asshole going out of his way to damage this sweet woman who wouldn't hurt a fly. 

After I managed to control my emotions, I looked up and our eyes met across the table, her big brown eyes as damp as mine were.

"It's very lonely out here all by myself. I only stay here because I have nowhere else to go," Mrs. Audi explained. "I tried to sell the house but nobody wants to live out here." 

The FOR SALE sign I remembered on the lawn after her husband disappeared got mowed around until it faded and got removed. I was glad about that because I liked Mrs. Audi.

"I still have feelings and desires like it did when I was younger, but when you're alone and have no one to talk to or be with, you get a little crazy like I did last week. Like when you saw me? Understand?"

"Yes," I agreed, because desires and loneliness were a way of life for me too.

"You see, when I was in bed last week and you were outside watching," Mrs. Audi explained as she tapped her temple with her finger. "In my mind you were inside with me in the bed."

The room was spinning around as I fought to breathe, having somehow forgotten how to inhale and exhale during Mrs. Audi's speech as the meaning had me reeling as it sunk in.

"I know it was wrong for me to think of you like that. Please don't hate me for it Tyler," Mrs. Audi concluded.

"Hate you?" I said as I glanced down at my forehead sweat bouncing on the kitchen table in front of me. "I don't hate you."

"Are we still friends?" Mrs. Audi asked. "I think you might be the only one I have around here."

"Of course," I croaked.

"Please don't leave yet honey," Mrs. Audi said as she got up from the table and kissed me on the top of the head before walking down the hall.

This was the most insane few minutes I had ever experienced, and that last revelation was the most stunning at all. Did she actually say she thought of me like I thought of her?

"Tyler?" came the voice from down at the end of the hall after a minute of silence. "Are you still there?"

"Yes Mrs. Audi."

"Could you come here for a minute?" came the voice at the end of the hall, and figuring she needed me to help her move something or do some household chore she couldn't handle so on shaky legs I walked down past the bathroom and made the only possible turn, which was a left which left me face to face with the first naked woman I had ever really seen in real life.

***

I froze in the doorway when I saw Mrs. Audi standing over by the side of the bed about 8' away from me. She was completely naked, with even the ever-present white socks gone although there were little marks around her calves from where the elastic of them had been.

Her legs were nice, just a little plump but very curvy and not hairy as far as I could tell, but that wasn't where my eyes went first. My attention went to her breasts, which were so amazing it was hard to believe that all of this lush flesh had been hiding under her frumpy house dresses.

Her breasts were as big as any of those women in Playboy, even bigger maybe, and while hers didn't stick straight out like most of them and hung almost to her waist I liked hers way better. They were sort of bell-shaped, and her nipples were crimson fat pegs that were centered on big aureolas that were about the same circumference as a soda can.

Below those incredible breasts was that bush I had gotten a glimpse of last week, but seeing it like this was way better. The hair looked thick and dense and it grew in a wide triangle that spread out to the inside of her thighs. There was even a little line of hairs that grew from the top of the triangle and went up to Mrs. Audi's belly button.

My visual examination took less time to perform than it did to describe, but I imagine that I must have stood there with my mouth open for well over a minute, thankfully not drooling. Only when Mrs. Audi spoke did my eyes go back to her face.

"I was prettier when I was younger," she said with a slight shrug of her shoulders, apologizing for what I didn't know because it wouldn't have been possible for her or any other to look any better than she did right at that moment. Adrienne Barbeau who?

"You never been with a girl, have you Tyler?" Mrs. Audi asked, and for a minute I was going to lie because I had invented a story about a girl that I had sex with but it was bullshit probably like most of the tales the other guys had.

"No," I croaked.

"Do you want to be with me?" she asked timidly, and for some reason it took me about 10 seconds to nod my head, with Mrs. Audi getting more apprehensive with every tick of the clock.

"Yes," I barely managed to get out, and if I thought words were tough to form I was finding swallowing impossible but I did squeak out, "Nervous."

"Me too," Mrs. Audi said, but although she might have been nervous, what I was didn't have a word to describe it.

I finally figured out that it was up to me to move towards her, and while I managed to take the half dozen steps required it was a rough voyage. Left right, left right. Did I forget how to walk? My legs were Jello and Mrs. Audi's bedroom had become a merry-go-round and everything spun as I reached her.

"I'm all sweaty," I said as Mrs. Audi reached up and put her hand on my chest, tracing the pattern of the design on front which had almost been blasted away over countless washings.

"I like a sweaty man," Mrs. Audi said before she reached down and took the bottom of the t-shirt in her hands and lifted it over my head.

I used to be a couple inches taller than Mrs. Audi, and while I'm sure I still was, I didn't feel it. She tossed the shirt onto the chair in the corner and then put her hand on my bare chest and rubbed the smooth skin before placing it over my heart.

"Your heart. I can feel it beating," Mrs. Audi whispered. "You're excited, aren't you Tyler? I am too. Here."

Mrs. Audi took my hand and placed it high on her breast, and while I couldn't feel her heart beating I nodded. It was have been tough to feel anything through all that flesh though, but it felt so soft and warm I left my hand right there which was where it stayed until Mrs. Audi moved it downward.

"You've done this to girls before, right Tyler?" she asked as she pressed my hand into her nipple.

"Couple times," I said as my hand gently squeezed her soft flesh, and while that was true, the two girls who had been kind enough to let me grope them were not built like Mrs. Audi.

"I wish I was your age again - you would have liked me better."

"No," I assured her while my eyes burned as the sweat poured down from my scalp.

"Sorry I don't have air conditioning," Mr. Audi said as she saw me melting in front of her, although I don't know if the temperature was responsible for my distress.

Mrs. Audi reached up and wiped the sweat off of my brow, and when she did my eyes were diverted from my paw on her breast to her exposed armpit and the thick black tuft of curls that filled the large crater.

"Not very sexy to a young fellow," Mrs. Audi said when she saw where I was staring, and she was going to lower her arm when I stopped her.

"No," I said. "I like it. Always have."

"Really?" she said and as she raised her arm higher she blushed and said something about her being a hippie. 

My hand went up from her breast and tentatively let my fingers wander into the jungle, and as my nails slid into the damp tuft the slight scent of perfume and woman filled my nostrils.

"Whenever you would put clothes on the line I would always bring my mower close to you so I could see this," I confessed.

"I'm sweaty like you," Mrs. Audi said.

"You smell nice," I assured her, and then I found myself leaning down and kissing her armpit, finding that the hair was somewhat soft and springy and damp and sweet.

"Ohh!" Mrs. Audi said, and I felt her other hand on the back of my head, rubbing the back of my neck as I nuzzled under her arm. "You make me feel so good honey."

We began to kiss and then I felt my belt coming undone. Before I knew it my shorts were down around my knees and Mrs. Audi was reaching into my briefs, discovering that I probably was a lot less of a man than she had been used to. I began to apologize for what I felt was a shortcoming of mine if what I had seen in the locker room back at school was any indication, but she hushed me quickly.

"You're beautiful, Tyler," Mrs. Audi said as she pulled on my frightened limp dick, and as she tugged on it I began to relax. "Make love to me."

***

The next few moments were a blur. Mrs. Audi pulled me on top of her as she went down on the bed, and after I fumbled for a second she came to the rescue, taking my boner and putting it inside her hairy fold. After that, all I knew what that it didn't last nearly long enough to suit me.

"I liked it," Mrs. Audi said when I wondered aloud whether it was supposed to last more than a minute. "Lasted long enough for me."

I guess there was some yelping and moaning involved that didn't come from me, and I could feel scratches on my back as well so maybe she wasn't just being kind. Whatever, as I laid on the poor woman with my spent dick still in her, we kissed.

"Nice to be with a man again - a real man," Mrs. Audi cooed, and then she smiled. "Are you getting hard again?"

"I think so," I said as the sensation of having my dick in that snug fold made me tingle.

Mrs. Audi's reaction was to slide out from under me and straddle my crotch while she pulled on my stiffening dick, and after she slipped me into her I lasted longer this time. 

The sight of this gorgeous woman riding me, her breasts swaying while she humped my dick, eventually got to me, but not until after she let out a blood curdling squeal as her pussy clamped around my cock.

That sight of Mrs. Audi looking up to the ceiling, her face red and every vein in her neck bulging while sweat flew wildly off of her body, would never leave me and finally caused me to cum. Mrs. Audi collapsed onto me and we rolled around the bed giggling, half falling off the mattress while we rolled around like kids.

After we got back onto the bed got a good look at where my cock had been. Mrs. Audi's pussy lips were large enough to be visible even though they were surrounded by a wild untrimmed jungle of black curls that was almost shaped like a heart as it stretched well outside of her delta.

My semen was oozing out of the fold, and when I saw that milky seed against the dark bush it sent a shiver down my spine. I'm a man, I thought to myself and maybe just having sex doesn't make you one but at least I felt like I was for the first time.

***

"Your mother is going to wonder where you are," Mrs. Audi said as she glanced over at the time. 

"Not dinner time yet," I said as I curled up next to her, my stiffening dick poking into her hip while I nibbled under her arm.

"If she even came over and looked in the window they would run me out of town," she said. "What are you doing under there? I must smell horrible by now."

"Once more," I said as I slid over and sucked on her plump nipple.

"Tyler, I can't. I'm sore."

"My little dick..."

"It's not little, for the last time. Besides, this is all new to me. I haven't been with a man in so long and you? What is it so far? Four times?"

"Five counting the other one," I said, adding the last time when she gave me head and swallowed my seed.

"Well, I'm sore."

"Can I come back after supper?" I asked, and that request was answered with a string of Italian words that she refused to translate.

"How about tomorrow then?"

"We'll see."

"What do I do with this?" I asked while getting up to my knees and wiggling my erection at her.

"What did you do with it before today?" Mrs. Audi asked.

"This," I said, and with that I began to stroke myself.

"You going to let me watch you this time? I like that."

"Really?"

"Hmm..." Mrs. Audi said as she put her left hand behind her head and let her right hand slide sown into her bush. "Nice. You gotta nice pair of balls on you Tyler."

"I do?" I said while reaching down and giving my dangling sac a squeeze and lamenting. "Wish my dick was bigger. It isn't even 6" long. My friend Tony's gets over 8" when it's hard."

"You like what we did today Tyler?" Mrs. Audi asked, and after I nodded she asked me if I wanted to do it again some time.

"Heck yes."

"Then shut up with the nonsense," she said sharply. "No woman wants to hear that silly stuff. You made me cum more this afternoon than any man ever did before so knock it off or I'll throw your butt out of bed."

"Sorry," I said when I figured out she wasn't kidding.

"Forgiven," Mrs. Audi said. "You going to cum soon?"

"You want me to?"

"Not really," Mrs. Audi said as she squirmed in the sheets. "Want to do something a little different?"

"Sure."

***

"Oh wow!" I said after straddling Mrs. Audi and putting my dick into her deep cleavage.

"You like that?" Mrs. Audi asked as she looked down and watched me making little thrusts into the slick skin between her breasts.

"Oh yeah."

"You want me to squeeze my boobies together or do you want to do it?

"I'll do it," I said as I grabbed the sides of her sweaty breasts and kept them wrapped tightly around my dick. "Could you - uh..."

I didn't have to say anything else as Mrs. Audi smiled at me while leaning back toward the headboard and linking her hands behind her neck.

"I know I'm weird," I said in explaining my infatuation with her armpit hair, which she exposed for my benefit.




Coming Of Age



"You are weird, but weird nice," Mrs. Audi agreed. "Not that weird either, because back in my younger days there was a guy who loved my armpits. Never thought being as hairy as a man would excite anybody."

"You don't look anything like a man," I assured her while glancing down at the breasts crushing my dick. "You look like Sophia Loren. There was another guy like me?"

"Yeah. That was back in the old country when I was young and dumb," Mrs. Audi confessed. "I like you better than him."

"Was he a boyfriend?"

"No, he was my Uncle Mike."

"Oh."

"He used to like to... never mind."

"It's okay. Tell me. Heck, I told you I know how big my friend's dick is, so how embarrassing can this be?"

"My Uncle Mike used to come over whenever my folks were away and he would have me take off my blouse so he could put his dick under my arm and rub it in the hair."

"Oh man, how does that feel?" I asked excitedly.

"For me? Messy, but I did like the attention," Mrs. Audi admitted. "Uncle Mike, he seemed to like it a lot because when he would shoot he was speaking in tongues."

"Wow. Maybe tomorrow..." I asked, but then thought that maybe it wasn't a pleasant memory, like her husband, so I stopped and said it was okay if she didn't want to.

"You're so sweet I can't say no to you."

"Gonna cum," I grunted as I sped up, and then I shot my load into her cleavage, squeezing every last drop out of my dick.

I watched a trickle of cum slide down over Mrs. Audi's collarbone and as did I had to fight back a tear when I said," "I love you so much Mrs. Audi."

"No more Mrs. Audi - at least when we are alone. Joyce."

"Joyce," I repeated. "I love you Joyce."

***

I came back the next afternoon, and most every other afternoon all summer. I even snuck out after my folks went to bed a few times and spent the night. I was what Joyce called insatiable, but while I guess being 18 was part of it, my lust was triggered by her smoky beauty and voluptuous body.

I went to community college for a couple of years, and since I had stayed local my relationship with Mrs. Audi continued. To me there was no other women, because she had it all.

With my marks improving I was able to get a scholarship into a college out of state for my last two years, and during that time things changed. Not on my part, but Joyce had met somebody that had moved nearby and attended our church.

She felt guilty telling me about it but while it hurt I understood. Without me around she had gotten lonely and we both knew that there was no future in us given the age difference. They ended up getting married and moved away, which was also best for all of us.

My mother never knew about my relationship with Mrs. Audi but my old man had figured it out and years later it came up over cocktails on the front porch while Mom was out of earshot.

"I'm surprised you didn't say anything to me," I said when he let the cat out of the bag.

"What could I say?" Dad said. "And if I did, would you have listened? Hell, if I was in your shoes I wouldn't have cared what my old man said. Besides, you weren't a kid."

"I was," I said wistfully.

"She was something else," Dad said. "You have no idea how lucky you were."

"Yes I do," I assured him. "I do."

***

thank you for reading



Coming of Age



This is a short story, extremely short compared with previous submissions I've made. Yet, it is a truthful admission of actual events in the life of the story teller. I am the writer of the story, not the teller of it. 

*

Being a boy in the 1950s and a teen in the 1960s opened my eyes to things I never imagined. As a boy, I played outside and mothers in the neighborhood watched over us. If you think IM is fast, you don't know how fast a mom's network communicates. If we got caught by one mom, our own mom's knew before we got home. Butt whippings were the norm. "If you think it hurts now, wait until your father gets home."

I went to a parochial high school and got my head filled with a list of taboos that people in polite society don't approve of. Me, my friends, and just about everyone in high school used the list of taboos as things to accomplish before graduating. The big one, the most important one, was sex. 

Most of my friends said they checked off sex but I didn't believe them because all my attempts at sex failed. Hell yes, I had girlfriends and dates. I played baseball and made it to third base often, just never hit a home run. 

My main group of friends were all within a couple months of turning 18 and enrolling for selective service; that's the draft if you weren't aware. We all clamored to get accepted to college for a draft deferment in hopes Vietnam would be over before our numbers were called.

I worked that summer thinking I'd save some money for fall at school. That idea never went past thinking stage â€" friends, girlfriends, and parties separated me from my money rather quickly. What I hated most was how friends seemed to drift apart once high school ended. This was an era when parents spoke in a united voice, "I didn't have the opportunities you have. You are going to college and become ...," whatever the popular degree was, and it didn't matter whether you had the needed aptitude.

My best friend, whom I'd known since we were four years old, was in the same boat. Even though we spent time together, it wasn't like before. He was distant, as though he needed to work out 'things' on his own. He dated a cute French girl whose father was a well known shrink in our city.

My girlfriend was not what I call a beauty, although she was cute and had a body that men just gravitate to. She had her checklist of taboo 'to dos' before finishing high school (she was a year behind me), and checked off most. She would not cross the line to cross off sex even though every other taboo was etched out.

**********

Somewhere between 1968 and 2014, life happened. Best friends lost contact, girls came and went, marriages united, divorces divided, and we wondered, "What ever happened to, oh fuck, what's his name?" What's his name is someone vivid in my mind today as he was in that summer of '68; I knew well his name, and in 1988, I traveled home to our twentieth class reunion with hopes of reconnecting with him; He didn't attend.

I learned from bios we all provided that he lived a few miles from where I lived at the time. I wrote a letter to the address in his bio. It took until 2008, the Internet, and Facebook to get a reply. By now, I was retired from federal service and living in the same metro area where we grew up. He was planning his retirement and planned to move home as well. We did reconnect in person in 2009 when he came visiting over the Memorial Day Weekend.

It was a tense couple seconds at that first meeting since 1968. However, I clasped him in a manly embrace hoping to break our mutual tension. One of the reasons, maybe the only reason, we didn't connect when living close those few years ago, my friend lives an alternative life style, he is gay.

I began realizing, achieving an understanding, of the distantness of those last years of the '60's. My friend must have been struggling with his identity. What I wish I had said when we finally met, but couldn't or didn't, "You are my friend not my 'gay' friend. Remember, I wrote you, I found you on Facebook, I want to renew our friendship." 

We went to lunch and much of the conversation revolved around his past loves. If the plan was to shock me, it didn't work; I listened to his stories and enjoyed them. I enjoyed being shoulder to shoulder with him again although I knew the trap of my chosen life style wouldn't allow us to get as close as we were in our sexual experimentation years. I was only partly honest when I told him recently that I have unfulfilled fantasies.

If I was totally honest, I would tell him I feel bad about not finishing what we started. I would tell him that I am curious, maybe bi, although I have never performed gay sex. I would honestly tell him of the intense pleasure I get having my ass dildo fucked and want to replace dildos with cock, his cock.

**********

Fast forward to present date and a dilemma facing my future as an adjunct professor at a local community college. A student whom I've known for a couple years and who took a class from me, is openly gay and openly tells me of his dating preferences.

When he identified his ideal date, I sensed he was describing me. Yesterday, he was direct with me saying he likes me and finds me attractive. Although he was quick to add "don't get freaked out or anything, I'm just saying." My cock reacted.

Since he is not likely to be a student of mine again, I am dealing with the ethics of student/teacher relationships and wonder what a clandestine relationship with him may lead to. Of course, I also wonder if he has a BBC for my white ass.

Now, it is my turn to be distant and confused. The only cock I ever tried having in my ass is my friend's and we didn't finish what we started. Try as I might, ethical values are stronger than my desire for sex with a student. You, my friend, remain the TOP contender to satisfy my BOTTOM.



Coming of Age



I woke up to my father's loud voice telling me to wake up. I sat up and yawned. "Princess?" My daddy came into the room with balloons tied to a big bag. My eyes widened and I squealed finally wide away. "Happy birthday baby girl!" 

He came and say on my bed handing me the balloons. I threw my arms around him before pulling away to open the bag. 

"Oh my god Daddy!" I pulled out a shoe box and opened it to find an expensive pair of red leather pumps I had seen the week before. "How did you know?!" 

"It's not every day my only baby turns 18. And I checked your browser history and seen you had looked them up." I threw myself at him in another hug making him laugh. "Now shower baby, you have to get ready." I nodded and jumped out of bed forgetting I was only wearing my pink panties and matching bra. "I won't say anything since it's your birthday but you really need to start wearing more to bed!" I laughed closing the door to the bathroom. 

I looked in the mirror and stripped the little clothing I had and looked at my body. I considered myself okay, at 5'5 with long black hair down to my waist, blue eyes, a bottom nose and full pinkish lips. I looked down at my body and cupped my 32C cup chest and trailed my hands down to my flat tummy and then over my wide hips. 

I shook my head and hopped in the shower turning the water on warm before grabbing my coconut body wash and cleaned my body. I looked down at my legs happy with the wax I had gotten yesterday. I grabbed my coconut shampoo and was washing my hair when I head a knock at the door. "Yeah?!"

"Don't take too long!" I sighed at the sound of my step mothers voice. Stupid bitch Carol, stepped in as soon as my mother was put in the ground. 

"I can't risk smelling like shit. Like some people." I heard a small gasp and smiled in satisfaction. As much as my father loved her I would never be nice to that widower preying slut. I rinsed my body and started to wash my face.

"Hurry up Katherine!" I growled and rinsed before slamming the water off.

"It's not my fault I have more body to wash. Don't blame me cuz you don't have curves and long hair to maintain." I snapped. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my body in a towel plugging in my hair dryer. I grabbed my brush and twirled my hair as I dried it so it came out shiny. Another knock was at the door but this knock was different. "Yes daddy?" 

"You have an hour before we have to leave for lunch."

"Okay daddy I'll be ready." I promised and finished drying my hair. I plugged in the curling wand and gave my hair some curls. 

"Katherine? I thought I'd give you your present now because I'd like to see you wear it." I eyes the box carefully and laughed when she pulled out a long orange dress that looked to sizes to big, would hide my legs and hide my chest. Gross.

"Oh how cute." I took the dress from her and waited until she left before throwing it out of the bathroom. I'd have to modify that train reck before I'd ever wear it. I sprayed my hair with sweet smelling hairspray before dropping my towel and walking back into my room. 

I locked my door to prevent anymore interruptions before looking through my closet. I pulled on black lace panties and push up bra before seeing the perfect outfit. I slipped into a shirt that stopped a couple inches above my knee and a blood red low cut top showing off a decent amount of cleavage. I slipped on my new heels daddy bought me and clasped on a necklace that drew attention to my cleavage.

I looked in my full body mirror and twirled, not yet done with my look. I grabbed my red bag and threw my things in not forgetting my cell. I grabbed my mascara and quickly applied a bit and some red lipstick to add a bit of color to my lips. My dad knocked at my door.

"Ready baby girl?" I grabbed a fitted blazer and opened the door. He whistled and spun me around making me giggle. "Beautiful princess. An just in time we have to go." He kissed my forehead and I took his arm as we walked down to were the wicked witch was. I watched her face as she took in my outfit and smirked as she frowned.

"I thought you were going to wear the dress I picked out?" She pretended to be disappointed but I seen the anger under the surface and I took pride in it.

"I need to take it in and alter it a bit. And besides this looks so much better don't you think daddy?" 

"You look stunning in anything you wear. Now let's go or well be late." I walked by a silently fuming Carol and smiled as daddy held the door open for me. "Vincent and Amber are almost there." I squealed absolutely loving Vincient and Amber.

When my mother fell I'll they were the only ones to really step up and help my daddy and me deal with the pain and then death of my mother over four years ago. They were you get than my parents but that didn't matter. And Amber was the only one that saw through Carol besides me. We all got in the car and I was forced to sit through the drive watching Carol play the loving wife. 

I nearly sighed in relief when the small diner came into view. Yet again Carol had to complain. "Honey, this dinner is so old can't we go to a nice restaurant?" 

"My mom loved this place and so do me and daddy. If it was good enough for mom is more that good enough for you." Daddy gave me a warning glance making my sigh. I ignored her further complaints and walked into the dinner. I seen some of the men glance at me and I smiled loving the feeling. 

"Birthday girl!" Amber called out from a large booth jumping up and walking over to envelope me in a hug. Amber was a tall willowy woman but she screamed class and grace. She was wearing a cream colored dress and nude heels adding on to her height and her pixie cut hair was swept to the side and her light make up made her brown eyes look warm. 

Vincient was the next to hug me and I loved the way he dwarfed me. He was even taller than Amber and all muscule with neatly styled black hair and emerald green eyes. They pulled me down in the booth and pulled out two boxes and handed to my just as daddy and Carol came in. 

"No presents until after we eat sweat heart." I pouted but took them off the table.

"Ah I see the birthday girl has come in!" Wanda, an older waitress who knew us came over smiling. "You're usual I presume?" I nodded eagerly licking my lips. "For every one else too?" They nodded laughing. "And for you miss?" Carol looked at the menu scowling. 

"Maybe a soup? Or if you have a salad I'll take that." I rolled my eyes.

"Are you pullin' my leg?" Wanda laughed but stopped when she seen Carol's frown. "Alright, a salad for the rabbit. You're food will be ready shortly." Amber held in a laugh but I couldn't help but snicker.

"Now Katherine we raised you better." I bowed my head but peaked up to see the laughter dancing in her eyes. A foot rubbed against my leg making me jump.

"Sorry love, long legs." I laughed at Vincient and moved to give him room. I took off my blazer and put it on my bag waiting for my food. 

I saw Vincient glance but he looked away and kept his eyes above my neck respectively unlike some other males in the diner who stared openly. I felt my nipples harden but ignored it, focusing in the conversation. 

I smiled at Amber's discreet digs at Carol the neither of the men seemed to notice. With each insult Carol's ears turned a darker shade of red. 

"Here you go guys!" The men had greasy burgers with fries and Amber had thick waffles covered in syrup and whipped cream. Carol scrunched up her nose and grabbed her salad. "And for the birthday girl!" She passed me a plate of chocolate chip pancakes with chocolate syrup and whipped cream with strawberries on the side. And like every year the staff came out and sang happy birthday. 

When the food was done I eagerly looked at Daddy. He laughed and nodded giving me the okay for presents. Vincient foot had rubbed my leg but I didn't say anything, he was tall so it wasn't his fault. 

I opened Amber's gift was first and I gasped when I seen the new yoga laptop. I teachers over the table to give her a hug making her laugh. 

I sat back down to open Vincient's next. Inside his box was a new purse and a jewelry box. I looked up at him and he nodded motioning me to open it. My eyes widened as I seen a beautiful gold heart shaped locket and opening it caused tears to well up in my eyes. 

A picture of my mom and dad side by side when she was healthy rested inside next to a picture or Amber and VIncient on the other side. Emotions bubbled up and I suddenly didn't feel like going out. If I ended my day here I would be more than happy.

"Can you take me home daddy?" He nodded but Carol jumped in.

"But baby you have an important meeting. Remember? You couldn't get out of that. And you said your drop me off at the mall until you got out." Amber's eyes sparked in mischief.

"You're going shopping? Oh I'd love to come if that's okay? Vincient could take Katherine home!" Carol made a move to protest but daddy nodded and paid the bill.

"Sounds great you could keep Carol from buying half the store." We all laughed except for Carol who stood and went to wait by the car. Amber winked at me and waited for the men to be out of ear shot.

"Can't have her ya I go to much fun of your birthday." I laughed and hugged her thanking her for the gifts. "You're mother would be so proud." I sniffles and hugged her trying not to cry. "Happy birthday baby." She left with my dad who have me a kiss goodbye. 

"So it's just us then. Come let's get you home." I smiled and stepped into his car and waited for him to pull away for the dinner. "So finally 18 huh? How does that feel?" I giggled blushing.

"The same as yesterday but I feel excited. I'm viewed as an adult but still a teen." He nodded looking me over. 

"You're a beautiful woman sweetie. You're going to make a man very happy some day." I rolled my eyes blushing. 

"I don't think so most guys are pigs. Waiting them to mature is like waiting for grass to grow." He laughed loudly nodding.

"They don't know which head to use yet love." I laughed. This was why I loved Vincient, he was blunt about things. He placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed it with his thumb.

"You just have to wait they'll see you for the treasure you are." I smiled looking down at the locket again and clasped it around my neck.

"Thank you for the presents Vinny." He smiled at me.

"No need to thank me. You're like the daughter I never had. I've seen you grow into this jaw dropping woman over the years and I feel like I help you become this proud woman." 

"You did! I don't know what we would have don't if it hadn't been for you and Amber." I frowned remembering dad nearly going into depression and me left alone. They saved us. Even if Carol managed to snake her way into our lives we still could have been a lot worse. 

We pulled into our drive way and I stepped out and walked to my door carrying my gifts. Vincient came around and took them from me winking. "Can't have the birthday girl carrying her own presents." I laughed and unlocked the door and let him in. " Want them in your room?" 

I nodded and lead him up the stairs. He put them down on my night stand and turned to face me. I was putting my purse down when I was roughly grabbed from behind.

"Vincient?!" I was bent over my desk and held down by my hair. "What are you doing?! Let me up!" I demanded but it fell on deaf ears.

"Oh kitten, I've been thinking about this since you grew into your body." He lifted my skirt to reveal my ass and seconds later Ieft his rough hands squeezing my cheeks. 

"Let me go! Please!" I begged feeling tears bulid up in my eyes. I yelped when his hand smacked my ass. "You walk around in short skirts and practically draw arrows to your chest. I know your dad didn't raise you to be a tease." I winced when he smacked me again. His hands tore away my panties leaving a sting behind. 

"Virgins don't wear lace baby. Are you a virgin?" I struggled to get out of his grip but I didn't manage to move an inch. He slapped my ass again and pulled my head back my my hair. " Tell me slut. Where and when." I bit my trying to to let him affect me. 

" No!" I screamed when he smacked me again. My ass hurt and I didn't want to be hit again. "A year ago in the back seat of a car." I blushed trying to hide my face. 

"Good girl." He rubbed my ass making me sigh. 

"Please let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone. Daddy's your friend." I tried to convince him but panicked when I heard the sound of his zipper.

"Your father is tired of your teasing too. He just doesn't admitt it. You alway tease us with your body and skimpy clothes." I felt him line him self up with my pussy and I cried out trying one more time to get him to let me go.

"Please! I'll stop, I won't tease you anymore." I felt him pause and for a second I thought he'd release me.

"I need to teach you baby. And I'll tell you a secret. Your mother was a kinky slut too." I screamed as he shoved his way in stretching me out to fit his cock. He stopped to let me adjust but it didn't take long since I was partially wet. "See baby girl you like this." 

He slowly thrusted into me slowly. I kept my lips pressed together refusing to make a sound. My legs shook as he fucked me. "See your mom was faithful to your father but he would tell me all the things she was into. She liked to be the center of attention, loved being bent over and fucked. He reached up to rip my blouse open making me gasp as he removed it from my body. My breasts spilled out from my bra which he grabbed and pinched my nipples painfully. I moaned and pushed back against him. 

"There it is. I knew you would have to like some of it too." I held on the desk and whimpered. 

"Please." I begged.

"Please what?" He took his cock out before slamming home. I screamed and tried to move away from him.

"Stop. I don't want this."

"You're cunt is flooded baby don't lie to me." He continued his slow torturous strokes while pinching my nipples. "What are you afraid of?" He stopped and stoked my hair.

"I don't want to be a whore." I whimpered.

"Oh baby no. You'd never be a whore. You'll always be your daddy's little girl. You just like it a bit rough. You're mother was a slut like you and only been with 5 men at most before marrying your dad. She loved him and was a true queen." I sniffled looking back at him. 

"So it's okay?" He nodded smiling at me.

"Yes. And who else to let fuck you this was than someone who loves you?" 

"What about Amber?" 

"I've talked with her and she's okay with it. She loves you. I can't get to rough with her because she's so fragile and thought about letting me fuck you when I want to get rough. Okay?" I moved forward still not sure.

"I don't know." I was entered again and moaned as he fucked me.

"Tell me your answer after you've cum around my cock baby." I moaned at his words and instinctively opened my legs for him. "See you're a natural slut." He grunted as he used my hole. He smacked my ass and bit my shoulder making me shudder.

"Oh please faster!" He laughed and slammed into me faster pulling my hair back. 

"So perfect. What would daddy say if he seen you now?" His words only made me hotter and soon I was pushed back against his thrusts ignoring the slight pain. "Fuck you're so tight." He grabbed my ass and pulled out to pull my skirt down. I moved to take off my heels but he stopped my and lead me over to my bed. "On your knees and shoulders baby with your arms behind your back." I moaned and moved into position. He ran his hand over the crack of my ass before slapping my ass. He stepped behind me and entered me using my hands as reigns. 

"Oh daddy!" I moaned feeling his cock sink into me again and blushed at the name slip. His phone rang but he didn't stop. He slowed his pace and released my hands to answer his phone. 

"Hey Damien." I tensed hearing my dad's name. Vincient pulled my hair back with his free hand and continued to bury his dick into me. It turned me on knowing he was talking to my dad. "Oh she's full." I moaned quietly at his double meaning. "She shouldn't be hungry for a while. You'll be back in two hours? Yeah I'll stay with her." He pinched my nipples and pushed my face into bed as he roughly fucked me. I moaned into the bed as he used me. "See you then." He hung up and grunted. "You on birth control?" I screamed and shook my head no. "You should get on it so you won't have any higher risk of getting pregnant." My eyes widened and he held my down and quickened his pace. 

He was going to cum in me! I screamed out in protest but he continued fucking me. "Baby what did I say about being a tease? If you get pregnant that's your fault. And besides if you're gunna be a cum slut you need to get used to the idea if cum in your body." No more words were said as he pinned and fucked his cock into me, working to his orgasm. 

I tried to move away from his cock but he was bigger than me and had me stuck. I tired not to moan but the pleasure outweighed my fear and soon I felt his tense and then liquid shoot into me. The thought oh his cum inside me threw me over the edge and my pussy squeezed his cock. "That's it baby." He let my pussy milk his cock before pulling out. He laid on my side and still in my orgasmic state I leaned down to taste our mixed juices on his cock.

He moaned and I watched as he hardened. I took him in my mouth as he fisted my hair and pushed me down on his wet dick. I pulled away a bit curious as to what will happen now.

"What does this mean?" He laughed and and shoved is dick past my lips.

"Well when ever I want you I'm going to fuck you. For now I plan to fuck you until you're sore and can't walk. And when you're on birth control you'll have a plug in so my cum doesn't fall out." I moaned and slurped his dick. He held my head and started to fuck my face until he meet the back of my throat. "How do you feel sitting at dinner with Amber, me, your dad and Carol with a pussy filled with my cum?" I moaned luustfully and tried to force his cock down my throat. He hissed as I swallowed taking more of his dick. 

I think I'd like this deal.



Coming of Age - 1966



Writer's Note: This is based partly on fact and partly in my fevered imagination. It is a first effort story telling of a very shy young man's coming of age experience with a caring mother. The sex is here but it takes a while. I like a long slow teasing build. I feel the nature of erotica is to tease, to arouse, and to titillate. I also have a little different sense of humor, look for it. If you want a quick stroke story look elsewhere; this isn't it. Literate, constructive comments are welcomed. Please vote. That is the only applause we authors get. Enjoy. Legal BS -- all persons engaging in sexual activity are 18 or over. 

*** 

Growing up in East Texas in the 1950's and 60's wasn't easy. Dad died in a traffic accident when I was ten. That left Mom and me. She was a Licensed Vocational Nurse, working shift work at the hospital in town. Her pay was low since she wasn't a Registered Nurse. Dad's insurance barely paid off the house and covered his funeral expenses. Mom had to be very careful with her money to provide for our needs. She was able to meet the bills, but had very little left over. 

Mom married Dad when she was seventeen. I was born when she was eighteen. Her work kept her active, which enabled her to maintain a trim figure. She was a small lady, 5'-2" weighing 100 pounds soaking wet. She had dark auburn hair and a light complexion thanks to her Irish heritage. 

I was small for my age, topping out at 5'-7" and weighing 145 pounds. I took after Dad, having a medium complexion, brown hair, and hazel eyes, but fell short of his 5'-10" height. Doing construction work later made me very strong for my size. 

Since it was just Mom and I at home, I learned early about doing laundry, cooking, housekeeping, and yard work. During the summers I mowed yards to help with expenses. 

Our home was a rather small two-bedroom frame house with one bath. Mom and Dad bought two half-acre adjoining lots and built the house on one of them. The house was utilitarian, with just the basics. We only had a tub with no shower. The toilet was beside the tub, between it and the lavatory. The kitchen and dining area were common and also contained the laundry area. 

*** 

The summer I turned sixteen I was able to get my driver's license. This was a big help because I worked for an uncle building houses. He trained me to be a finish carpenter and cabinetmaker. The paychecks were a real help with the household expenses. I was able to start buying tools and begin saving for a used truck. 

Because of working as much as possible it took me an extra year to graduate high school. My working also kept me from attending the school social functions. Interactions with my age group were limited to classroom time. Naturally quiet and shy, I became more so. 

Mom and I were not able to spend much time together due to both of us working different hours. She didn't push me to date much because our conversations were limited and money was so tight. She would occasionally express concerns but I was always able to dodge the issue claiming work. I was so introverted I was unable to carry on a normal conversation with a girl. I was actually afraid to try for fear of looking like an idiot. 

Until the summer I turned seventeen, Mom worked evenings or nights because of the shift differential. That summer she changed jobs for a full time day position with weekends off because our financial situation had improved. This gave us more time together. 

After she began working the day shift we were able to spend evenings and weekends together. We would try to eat out at a local cafe once per month. We also spent many evenings talking. Most of the conversations were about our jobs and planning small projects like fencing the back yard or painting a room in the house. 

*** 

I turned eighteen about two weeks before of the end of my junior year. The following summer was good for both of us. I'd saved enough to buy a used ¾ ton crew cab truck from my uncle, Mom made the final payment on her car, and I found a small house to tear down for salvage. I was able to build a laundry room addition on the house and a 24' by 36' shop on the adjoining lot Mom owned. Several people had approached me about building cabinets and bookshelves. Having the shop gave me a place to work out of the weather. The additional income also allowed me to insulate our home and install central air conditioning in addition to installing a shower and tile tub surround in the bathroom. That sure made the summers more bearable. We always said the humidity at least equaled the temperature during the summers in East Texas. 

Mom worked with me in the shop occasionally on Saturdays applying stains and finishes to completed projects. The additional income really helped our lifestyle. We were able to go out more often, occasionally take in a movie, and finally begin to save some money. Our talks continued when we would work together. She even began to joke around to try and lighten the tension that would develop from her asking about any girls I knew or dating during some of our conversations 

Living as we did, we'd see each other in our underwear. It was not uncommon for one of us to parade through the house from the bathroom to laundry area in our skivvies. Mom always wore utilitarian undergarments, choosing function over style. Occasionally I would see Mom topless briefly, but it was always from a distance, usually across her bedroom. 

I knew Mom had B cup breasts from doing our laundry. I could also tell she had a full bush because I could see the shadow of pubic hair through the white cotton panties she always wore. A well-rounded ass was visible from the back. Full, total, live, in living color, frontal nudity was something I had not yet experienced other than looking at magazines the guys would have in their trucks at the jobsites. 

Since we were together in the evenings sharing the bathroom became more of a problem. One of us would be bathing and the other would have to answer nature's call. As a result, I hung a rod and installed a shower curtain to provide some semblance of privacy. The problem was that the only shower curtains available at the time were a heavy translucent vinyl material. An opaque curtain was out of the question because the bath light was wall mounted over the lavatory sink. The small window was located in the wall behind the toilet. 

This led to some food for jerk-off sessions because I could "see" mom through the curtain when she was bathing. Nothing was clearly visible but the hints were there. I have since learned that hints can be much more erotic than full blown in your face nudity. I am sure Mom got the same hints when I was in the tub. The glimpses through the shower curtain were enough to keep interest up. 

About a month after I turned eighteen, Mom started to ask about my dating or lack of. She was the only lady, other than my paternal grandmother; I was able to carry on a conversation with. As our talks progressed she quickly discovered just how introverted I was. It was embarrassing for me to admit that I was scared of girls and didn't know how to talk to them. Anyone not a natural extrovert has probably suffered embarrassment by doing something stupid or has been the butt of embarrassing pranks. Adding shyness really compounded the problem. 

Mom was concerned about my shyness and began to try to help me resolve the issue. We began to role-play at home in the evenings. It was embarrassing for me at first until I really realized Mom was a very attractive lady that looked about ten years younger than her age of 36. She looked even younger when carefully made-up. She was also working with me to overcome my reluctance about touching. As part of the role-play she had us holding hands and hugging. I was beginning to enjoy these sessions. 

During these sessions the subject of sex came up. It was a very embarrassing discussion. Mom's pointed questioning revealed I had a normal sex drive and was masturbating regularly to keep the libido under control. Nothing was said, but I could tell Mom was also masturbating also because I would hear her at night after we had gone to bed. It took a while but I eventually figured out what the stifled moans meant. 

After the talks and role-play began, Mom became touchy-feely on my torso, face, and neck. This also was somewhat embarrassing at first until I realized she missed the close intimate relationship she'd had with Dad. It didn't take long before the subject of intimate relations came up. During the talks I had to admit that all I knew was what I'd overheard on the construction sites and at school. My knowledge was abysmal. 

Mom finally decided to force the issue. "You need to learn how to date and court a young lady," she said. "I know we live in a small town where everyone knows everybody but it is only 35 miles to Longview, where no one knows us. I'll be your date and coach you on behavior and small talk." 

"But Mom, are you sure this'll work?" I asked. "I'm still worried about acting or doing something stupid." 

"Why don't we plan to have a dinner and movie night on Saturday?" she asked. "There is a new John Wayne western showing at the Twin Pines drive-in and we can eat at El Chico before going to the movie." 

She knew full well I was a sucker for Mexican food and a western movie. She enjoyed them as much as I did. 

"Since this is going to be a date night let's do it right," she said. "You get your truck cleaned up Saturday morning. After you clean up and dress leave for a while to allow me to finish getting ready. Come back home, knock on the door, and I'll join you. We'll go to the restaurant and then the movie. It'll be fun." 

"Well, if you're sure this is the thing to do I'm game," I told her. "Maybe this'll help me overcome some of the shyness in public." I figured that at this point anything would help. 

Saturday morning found me washing my truck and cleaning the interior, which meant a trip to the local carwash to use the vacuum and a stop for gas. After filling the tank I returned home. 

Mom was wearing her usual weekend attire of shorts and a tank top. Unusually this tank top was quite snug and really emphasized her breasts. The neckline was low enough to show some cleavage. My usual dress down attire was cut off jeans and a tee shirt, the rattier the better. 

I hit the bathroom to take care of the three S's. While I was standing at the sink shaving Mom came in, lowered her shorts and panties, and sat on the toilet to pee. This was the first time she'd ever bared herself below the waist in front of me. Needless to say getting the brief glimpse of her pussy and auburn bush, and hearing her stream splashing in the toilet, brought my cock to full attention. Since I was in my jockeys it was obvious what happened. It was like I'd stuffed a corncob in my shorts. Mom looked over and began to giggle quietly, knowing full well what she'd done. 

After she finished peeing she spread her legs to wipe, giving me another full beaver shot. The extended view caused my cock to get even harder. Mom looked at me asking "You havin' a problem? I decided that if you've seen one before it's nothing new, if not, it's high time you did." There was a high risk of me cutting my throat while shaving. After finishing, she again stood, pulled up her panties and shorts, and kissed the back of my neck while leaving. 

Her actions had me bumfuzzled. This was the first time she had been this blatant. It took all my concentration to finish shaving without some serious nicks. The old Gillette double edge sure got a workout. 

I went into my room to dress. Mom had laid out a new bright blue western shirt, new blue jeans, and a new pair of boots for me. I stuck my head out the door asking, "Where'd the clothes come from?" Mom replied, "I felt like you needed something new so I bought 'em for you. Consider it a belated birthday gift. I can never repay you for the way you've stepped up and helped out since your dad died. We're doing so much better now I feel you've earned it." 

After dressing I went to the living room where Mom was. She told me, "We need to set some ground rules. Since I'm your date tonight I'm not Mom. Call me by my given name, Patsy or Pat. You also have to talk to the staff at the restaurant. You'll have to place the order and answer any questions. This will force you to communicate with people you don't know. I know how reluctant you are to speak to strangers. You can talk. You do to me and the people you work with. Learn to do it in public." 

"Yes Ma'am," I replied. "You're forcing me out of my comfort zone, but I understand why. It won't be easy, but I'll try." 

"Depending on how successful you are there may be some rewards for good behavior," Mom said. "You got a reward in the bathroom earlier." 

That statement got my attention. "What types of rewards are you talking about?" I asked. 

"You'll have to wait and see," she replied, smiling. "Now, you clear out and come back in about forty-five minutes. That'll give me time to finish getting ready. Take the cooler, ice it down, and get some drinks. See you later, Hon." 

I got into my truck and drove away. My mind was still whirling around the rewards statement. Could she be talking about what I was thinking about? I still hadn't fully recovered from the beaver shot. 

*** 

Returning home from my errand forty minutes later, I pulled into the driveway behind Mom's car. I got out of the truck and went to the front door. Knocking as she'd requested got a "Just a minute" reply. 

The door opened and took my breath away. There was Mom wearing a white silk sleeveless blouse that buttoned down the front. She also had on a knee length pleated skirt that was a perfect color match to my shirt. She was wearing suntan colored hose and 2" black heels. Her shoulder length hair was lightly curled under on the end. She'd applied full makeup including a bluish green eye shadow that was a perfect match for her green eyes. A very light blush and red lipstick were the finishing touches. She had a small gold chain around her neck and a gold bangle bracelet to complete the ensemble. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. 

"Good evening lovely lady," were the first words from my mouth. "Your chariot awaits." I know, the dialogue sounded like a cheesy romance novel, but I was almost struck dumb. 

"Let me get my purse," she said, picking up a small black clutch from the chair arm by the door. Turning on the porch light, she closed and locked the door. She took my arm as I escorted her to the truck. Opening the passenger door I assisted her into the seat. Lifting her leg gave me a brief view up her skirt where I could see the tops of her stockings. It was not quite enough to see her crotch though. 

Since the mid 1960's were pre seatbelt laws, mom scooted over in the seat to sit beside me. She was close enough that her thigh was pressed against mine. Her skirt pulled up to just below her stocking tops. Thank goodness for bench seats and automatic transmissions. I was able to place my arm across the seatback above her shoulders while I drove. 

We made small talk during the drive to the restaurant. She was behaving differently tonight. She seemed to be more affectionate and outgoing. She was also coaching me on etiquette in a slightly upscale restaurant. All I had been to before were fast food and the local cafe with booth or counter seating. 

Parking at the restaurant I went around and opened the door to help her out. Sliding across the seat pushed her skirt up allowing a glimpse of white lace on her panties. This forced an emergency reset to adjust my swelling cock. Mom again began to giggle. She knew exactly what she was doing. 

"Sorry for being so "hard" on you," she said. "No you're not," I replied. "You enjoy giving me a "hard" time." This brought another giggle. 

"Remember, I'm Patsy or Pat tonight. Perfection means greater rewards," she said. 

"Here you go with the rewards again," I told here. 

Following her coaching I approached the hostess station in the restaurant. I told the hostess we needed a table for two in a secluded area if possible. We were very shortly escorted to a semi-hidden table in a corner. I had my arm around Patsy's waist as we followed the hostess. I noticed that she drew admiring glances from some of the men there. After reaching the table I pulled out the chair out for her, allowing her to be seated. I took my seat as the hostess told us our waitress would be with us shortly. 

Mom's previous coaching and the potential for "rewards" allowed me to be able to talk with the waitress and place our orders. This earned a big smile and wink from Mom. It did wonders for my confidence. "You are doing a great job," she told me. "Keep it up for a reward later," she giggled. 

"Here we go again," I told her. "I hear a lot of promises." 

"You'll like the rewards," she replied. "They might be like the reward at home this afternoon. Just keep up the excellent work like you have so far. Don't forget, we still have the movie later." 

We continued to talk and lightly tease each other through dinner. When we were finished with the meal I assisted her from her chair and again held her by the waist as we left the restaurant. Once outside she said, "I am impressed with how well you talked while eating and how you treated me. That is the way a girl likes to be treated. That deserves a reward." She placed her arms around my neck, pressed her body against me, and delivered a full on lip lock kiss with a hint of tongue. Feeling her breasts against my chest combined with the kiss was again causing a problem in my jeans. 

Arriving at the truck I unlocked and opened her door. After helping her into the seat she turned toward me, raised, and spread her knees slightly allowing me to see her lace trimmed sheer panties. This did nothing to help with the problem I was already having. Patsy again giggled before turning in the seat to face forward. 

It was only a short drive to the drive-in theatre. After paying at the gate she told me, "Find a spot away from everyone else on one of the back rows." Having listened to guys on the jobs talk I had an idea why. I jokingly asked, "What are you planning to do, sneak out?" Her reply was, "You'll find out. When you get parked get the cooler because I want a coke." 

We slowly drove to the back row of the parking area where we found plenty of spaces available. Mom said, "Park away from the others and stop the truck so we can see from the back seat. There's more room back there and I can sit closer to you." 

After getting the truck positioned Mom said, "Let's go to the concession, I need a restroom. We also might want some popcorn." 

We walked to the concession with my arm around her shoulder. She kept her side pressed against me the entire way. The side of her left breast was rubbing against my side. Separating, she went into the Ladies while I took care of business in the Gents. Meeting again, we went into the concession and bought popcorn before going back to the truck. While in there she again drew looks from some of the guys. Going back to the truck we heard a couple of wolf whistles. These made her giggle and softly say, "Guess I've still got it." I told her, "You've always had it." 

At the truck we got into the back seat. It did have more room than the front because of no steering wheel. Mom slid over close to me and put my arm around her shoulder. She said, "I really like the way you are opening up and talking to people now. Since you are so shy I know it's a hard thing for you to do. Keep working on it." 

I told her, "It has always been hard to do. You know that I was always picked last for school sports because of my size. The other kids were always quick to laugh and make fun of those of us that were small or clumsy. I hated the humiliation so decided to not participate." 




Coming of Age - 1966



"I know, Honey. Youngsters can be cruel," she said. "You've matured into a fine young man. You're responsible and are turning into someone any girl could be proud of." She scooted even closer, almost climbing into my lap. "I am so pleased with the way you've always helped around home. You've always put our needs ahead of your own wants." 

"Mom," I started to say. "I told you to call me Pat or Patsy," she said. "You're an adult now. I know I'm your mother and always will be, but I think you've earned the right to call me by name." 

"OK, Patsy. I always helped out because I felt it was the right thing to do. Dad and you both taught me to try to do the right thing," I told her. She turned, wrapped her arms around my neck, and hugged me like she was going to squeeze the life out of me. I wrapped my arms around her back returning the hug. Her left breast was pressed into my chest. 

"You've earned another reward," she said, licking my right ear. "I want you to really kiss me," she said, as she got into my lap. "You need to know how to kiss like an adult. We'll practice 'til you get it right," she said. 

This was a bit of a shock. Until tonight our kisses had always been platonic, on the cheek. "Patsy, are you sure?" I asked. She replied, "I told you, you're an adult now. You need to learn adult things. Kissing a girl is no different. All you have to do is follow my lead." 

She then kissed me. I felt the softness of her lips pressed to mine. After a few seconds, I felt her tongue tracing my lips. It was such an erotic thing to me. I opened my lips and began to trace her lips with my tongue. Her tongue came in contact with mine. It was like a small electrical shock to my system. I heard her begin to moan softly. After breaking the kiss she whispered, "I've really missed that. Your dad could really get me going with a kiss. You're following in his footsteps." 

There was a side effect to the kiss. My cock began to swell. Mom could feel it under her ass. "It feels like you're having a problem down there," she said with another soft giggle. "You're the cause of it," I told her. "I guess I'm too "hard" on you," she replied with another laugh. 

"Kiss me again," she said. "I need it." 

I pulled her to me and kissed her. The kiss seemed to last forever as our tongues dueled. She took my right arm and placed my hand just under her left breast. I wondered, 'should I try?' It seemed like an invitation. I moved my hand down to her waist and back up to the bottom of her breast, gradually moving higher. I had my palm around the bottom of her breast when she broke the kiss, saying, "Go ahead. This is one of the benefits of being an adult. I want you to feel my tit." 

We kissed again. My hand wrapped around her breast and began to gently squeeze it. Pat began to moan softly again, while pushing her breast into my hand. I could feel her nipple pressing into my palm. "That feels so good," I told her. I then started to unbutton her blouse. Undoing three buttons allowed me to slip my hand inside and feel her breast through the bra cup. The nipple was even more pronounced, becoming harder and more erect. 

"My nipples get hard like your cock," she said. "You can touch them through my bra for now. There'll be more later." 

My fingers traced around her bra cups and rubbed over her nipples while we continued to engage in tongue tussle kisses. After about twenty minutes I said, "To hell with this. We came to see the movie but have done everything but. You have me so stirred up I can't think straight. Button your blouse and let's go home where we can be more comfortable." She got off my lap, which was a major relief. I had to make an adjustment to get my cock out of a bind. 

After the adjustments we got back in the front seat and started home. The drive seemed to last forever. During the trip Pat said, "Mike, I want you to know that I love you, now and forever. What we're doing isn't in a normal mother/son relationship, but I don't care anymore. I've been so horny for so long I want to scream. I think you know I've been masturbating more, although I try to keep it quiet. I know you do too. You remind me so much of your dad I have to have you. I no longer want you as a son, I need you as a lover." 

"I know I should feel guilty about wanting my son as a lover. The law says it's wrong, the churches say it's wrong, and society says it's wrong. I don't care. My heart tells me it's right," she continued. "How do you feel about it?" she asked. 

"Right now I'm not positive," I reply. "I do love you too, and it does feel right. We'll have to be careful that no one finds out. Can we do this and still behave normally around town?" 

"We'll have to," she said. "One more year until you finish school. Then we can find somewhere that no one knows us. We could go somewhere along the Gulf coast. Construction is booming there and I can find a Doctor's office to work in." 

"Patsy," I said, "I think I know what you mean. I have no interest in any of the girls I go to school with because, compared to you, they all fall short. Most of them are immature and self-centered. You've always given of yourself freely to see my needs were met, even when times were so tight. You're the type of woman I would want, always caring, always sharing, and so beautiful. I've always loved you and always will. You've done so much for me and have always been there when I needed anything. I'd do anything for you." 

"Well, let's get home so you CAN do something for me," she said. "You're gonna really get rewarded tonight." That statement took my breath away. "This will be so special for me. Knowing you've never had sex means so much. I'll get to show you how to please me as part of your first experience. From what I could feel under my butt at the drive-in, you take after your dad in more than one way. I'll show you how to use it like he did." 

"When we married we took each other's virginity. Now I get to take yours," she continued. "It makes me happy to think about a future together." 

We arrived home where I again parked behind her car. I came around and opened her door. Taking her hand, I helped her from the seat, closed the door, and escorted her to the front door of the house. She got her key, unlocked, and opened the door.  

We walked through the door into the living room. Our house was so small there was not an entry. After walking over to the sofa and turning the lamp on, Patsy kicked her heels off and told me to take my boots off and stay awhile. She had a fine sense of humor and was always joking like that. 

She said, "Come sit with me on the sofa. We need to talk about this." 

I sat down and she sat in my lap. "What do we need to talk about?" I asked. "I need to know that you're comfortable with everything. Do you have any questions or misgivings about where we're headed?" she replied. "You know we're very close to crossing a line we can never come back over." 

"No, I understand that we'll end up in bed together. I have no problem with doing that, just that I am not totally sure about what to do," I said. "Do you have any misgivings?" I asked. 

"None whatever," she told me. 

"I don't want us to get in a big rush. Slow is much better and more pleasurable. You need to learn how to tease and arouse a woman. Women usually get really worked up slower than a man," she said. She unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse and put her arms around my neck before telling me, "Let's start where we were at the drive-in." 

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me, kissing her deeply, while moving my right hand to her breast again, squeezing gently. She again moaned softly, almost like a cat purring. Moving my hand inside her blouse I again traced her bra cups and nipple bumps. My fingers tried to roll her nipples through the thin fabric, which brought another purring moan. Patsy broke the kiss to say, "Let me take my blouse off and you remove your shirt." 

Removing her blouse let me see her bra. She was wearing a white, lace trimmed, sheer cup bra that appeared to match the panties I'd seen. I could see her areolas and nipples through the thin fabric. The areolas were about the size of a half dollar coin and her nipples were almost as large as the tip of my little finger. The color appeared to be a medium reddish brown. From what I could see, her breasts were magnificent. I had to use two hands to explore these new playthings, one for each. 

I had to kiss the valley between her beautiful tits. The skin was satin smooth and so warm. My tongue left a trail from her cleavage up to her chin, before tracing her delectable lips again. 

Pulling her into another hug, her breasts were pressed into my bare chest. I was fumbling with the fastener of her bra behind her back. Patsy reached back and quickly solved the problem. Leaning back slightly she said, "Here, let's get this out of the way." Removing the bra gave me my first good look at live, bare tits. I was right earlier; they WERE magnificent. I just had to touch them, I just had to feel them, I just had to taste them, I had to kiss them, and I just had to press my face into them all at the same time. 

Kissing her tits, licking her areolas and nipples, and sucking and nipping on her nipples all immediately became my new favorite activities. Her breasts were still firm enough to have very little sag, but at the same time were so soft and so warm. 

"Oh, Honey. I love the way that feels. I've missed it so," Patsy exclaimed. "Kiss my tits, suck my nipples. That sets me on fire!" 

While I was tit-struck she was working on my belt buckle and the snap to my jeans with one hand while the other was rubbing my cock through my jeans. She had moved and was straddling my thighs, kneeling on the sofa. She had her knees either side of my hips. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist leaving her stocking tops and panties visible. 

She finally got my belt unbuckled, my jeans unsnapped, and partially unzipped. Her right hand disappeared into the jeans searching for my cock. My full erection was lying to the right inside my underwear. Patsy's hand finally reached the head of my cock, feeling it through the jockeys. The sensation of her fingers rubbing my cock head almost made me explode. 

"I need this," she moaned softly, while licking my ear. "Let me move so you can pull your pants down." She eased back and stood before me. Her bare breasts were standing proudly on her chest with the nipples erect. Her areolas were beginning to crinkle from arousal. 

I raised my butt and pushed my jeans and jockeys down. My 7" erection pulled down until it came free, slapping onto my stomach. Patsy unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her feet. She was a vision, standing before me like Botticelli's 'Birth of Venus', even more so after pushing her panties down and stepping from them. 

Patsy placed one foot in my lap so I could roll the stocking down her satin smooth leg. After I did the first, she swapped legs so I could do the other. Taking her stockings off let me have my first good look at her beautiful pussy from both sides. I reached out, trailing my fingers through her pubic curls. When I reached between her thighs, Patsy backed up, saying, "Not yet. You're not ready yet." She reached down, grabbed my jeans and jockeys, and pulled them from my legs. 

I reached for her, but she pushed me back. She again knelt on the sofa, straddling my legs. She pushed forward until her pussy was against the base of my cock. The feeling was unbelievable; especially after she began to rotate her hips, sliding her pussy against the lower part of my erection and balls. 

We were again kissing. Her hands moved over my chest and stomach down to my cock. My hands were on her tits, down her sides, and cupping her ass. She wrapped her right hand around my cock and began to stroke over the head. I was leaking precum, so she lubricated the head with it. The sensations were more intense than when I masturbated. After a few twisting strokes I exploded. The first shot of cum landed on our chests between her tits. The second shot coated the bottom of her right breast. The third and remaining shots were on my lower chest and stomach. 

Patsy leaned back, laughing. "That was quick," she said. "Yeah," I replied. "You made a helluva mess." 

"Wasn't it fun, though?" she asked. "I almost forgot you've never been with a woman before. It surprised me how quick it was. I need to clean us up." 

She used her fingers to wipe cum from her breasts and chest. She licked them clean with a moaning, "Mmmmmmm." She then licked cum from me with the same, "Mmmmmmm." 

Sitting up, she swallowed twice and smiled. "You're delicious," she said. 

"Doesn't it taste bad?" I asked. I had tried it once when jerking off and didn't care for the taste. 

"It isn't strawberries and whipped cream," she said, "but really loving and caring for someone makes the difference." 

She leaned forward and kissed me again. This time it felt like she was trying to lick my tonsils. I could taste the residue on her lips and tongue. It wasn't so bad. 

Breaking the kiss, Patsy said, "We need to clean up and get the sticky off." 

Taking my hand she led me to the bathroom. There she warmed the water, wet a washcloth, and wiped us down. She then sat on the toilet pulling me in front of her. Her knees were spread so I could get as close as possible. Taking my semi-hard cock in her right hand she said, "I'm going do something for you your dad really liked." With that she pulled the foreskin back and sucked my cock into her mouth. Her left hand came up under and held my balls, gently rolling them around. Her tongue was swirling around the head of my cock and licking the slit. The warm, moist feel was mind blowing. It didn't take but a few seconds before I was back at full erection. 

"Oh, Patsy. This is unbelievable. I've never felt anything like this before," I said. My knees were beginning to shake from the intense feeling. 

After a couple of minutes Patsy pulled back off my cock. "I love doing that," she said. "Now, I have something else to show you and you have something to do for me." 

"OK. What are we gonna do now?" I asked. 

Rising from the toilet, she took my hand and said, "Come with me and I'll show you." She led me into her bedroom. 

Patsy turned on the lamp on the nightstand by the bed. "Help me pull the covers down," she said. "I like the right side of the bed so you can have the left." 

After pulling the covers to the foot of the bed, she laid down saying, "Lie here with me. I need to show you how to please me." 

I lay beside her. She slid closer and hugged me again. She said, "I want you to kiss me and continue around my ears and neck down to my collarbones. The ears and neck are areas that will stimulate women. A gentle kiss and a soft lick does wonders. Then go to the area between my tits. My nipples are another area that really gets me hot. My navel is also. Let's see how you do." 

I began by kissing her soft lips and gently licking around them. She responded by wrapping her arms around me. I moved to her cheek and ear on the right side. Licking and lightly nipping her earlobe made her moan softly. "Keep going. It feels so good," she whispered. I kissed and licked down to her collarbone to the vee between them. Her skin was like warm satin. 

I continued down to the valley between her breasts. Once there I began to move to each side on the inner slopes of her breasts. My hands were cupping the outsides of them and my thumbs were gently rubbing the tips of her hard nipples. My mouth sucked in her right nipple. Holding it in my lips, I flicked it back and forth with my tongue. She pulled my head into her breast with a moan and shudder. "God, that feels so good," she said. 

Moving to the left breast, I repeated the action with the same result. Patsy said, "You are so good at this. I am really getting worked up. Keep going." 

I worked my way down her stomach where I stuck my tongue in her navel. This brought another moan and shudder. 

"Move between my legs," Patsy said. "You need a quick anatomy lesson." 

She spread her legs and drew up her knees, letting them fall to the side. I got between them and stared at her pussy. Auburn curls were on her mons. There was a small amount of hair trailing down on her outer lips. The skin of her lips was almost as dark as her nipples and areolas. Her outer lips were swollen from arousal and opening. Her clit was starting to peek from beneath its hood. It was about the size and color of a pencil eraser. I could see moisture on her inner labia, which were a deep pink color and beginning to flare. Her vagina was beginning to weep at the bottom of her slit. I could smell aroused female. The odor was intoxicating. 

She placed her hands around this delight, saying, "This area is properly known as a woman's vulva. The common name is pussy. The outer fleshy part is known as the outer labial lips. They swell, spread open, and become darker in color when a woman becomes aroused. There are two thinner inner labial lips that will also swell and open with arousal. They'll become redder from the blood flowing into them. They'll also become very moist. When they are fully aroused they will almost look like a funnel leading into my vagina." 

She spread her pussy with her fingers. Patsy then said, "The vaginal opening is low. It looks like what it is -- a hole into my body. It is the birth canal a baby comes through. There is a spot inside on the upper wall of the vagina that will bring on an intense orgasm. In the right position a penis, or cock, will rub across it. Another important spot is at the top of my pussy. It is the clitoris, or clit." She touched the hood. "It has this loose skin that covers in when it is not aroused. When aroused, like I am now, it swells and protrudes where it will receive direct stimulation. Playing with my clit will also bring on an orgasm." 

"Licking the area from behind my pussy up to my clit is really arousing. Your dad always joked about eating a hair pie with sardine sauce," Patsy said. "If you really want to get me hot and bothered that's how to do it. Now, let's see how well you've learned your lesson." 

I leaned forward and inhaled, taking in the fragrance of this fleshly paradise. I placed my hands under her ass and prepared to take the first taste. 

Spreading my tongue wide, I licked from her perineum to her clit. The first taste was wonderful, slightly salty and slightly fishy. I immediately had to go back for another and another. Each time my tongue would go deeper into her slit. The third lick made her jump when my tongue brushed over her clit. "Do that again," she said, "it feels so good." I licked up through her pussy again, this time sucking her clit into my lips. I licked and flicked it with my tongue. 

Patsy began to thrust her hips up, while holding my head with her hands and moaning louder, "Uuuunnnnh. Don't stop, don't stop." I sucked harder on her clit, tonguing it faster. She was trying to force my face into her pussy harder. I brought my hands up to her thighs on either side of my face. I was rubbing her thighs when she moaned, "Put two fingers in me. Stick 'em in me now! I need it. I need it. I need it, NOW!!" Her vagina was lubricating freely. The slick liquid was running out and down the crack of her ass. I pushed the forefinger and middle finger of my right hand into her vagina. It was like my fingers were encased in tight oiled velvet. 

I worked my fingers in a twisting, thrusting motion inside her. She moaned louder, "Yeeeesssss! Like that, like that. Keep going! I'm so close to cumming! Eeaaaattt meeeeeeeee, eat meeeeeeeee." My ring and little fingers were rubbing the crack of her ass. Finally, with a deeper penetration of her vagina they brushed across the puckered star of her asshole. That was all it took. She moaned, "Unnnnhhhhhh!" loudly, her thighs clamped the sides of my head like a vise, her vagina clamped down on my fingers, and she humped my face feverishly. Pussy was suffocating me. She came. 




Coming of Age - 1966



As she relaxed from the orgasm, I licked her pussy again. Her inner lips and perineal area were soaked with her cum. She was so wet it was running down the crack of her delightful ass. I had to get all the wonderful juice I could. Probing deeply into her pussy, my tongue entered her vagina. It was still fluttering from the orgasm. "Careful," she said. "My clit's too sensitive to touch right now." 

"Come up here and kiss me again," she said. "That was one of the best cums I've had in a long time. You've learned your lesson." 

Moving up beside her, Patsy wrapped her arms around me and gave me the most intense kiss of my life. She started licking her cum from my face. "You are GOOD," she said. "I did what you told me to do," I replied. "I know," she said, "you learned your lesson well." 

"Now, I want you to lie back. I have another lesson for you," she said. 

I laid back. My erect cock was on my stomach, pointing toward my chin. Patsy straddled my waist, sitting with her pussy on my cock. She began to work her hips in a back and forth motion, rubbing her clit on the bottom of my cock. Her pussy felt like warm velvet rubbing on me. 

"That feels so good," I told her. "I never knew something could feel so good." 

"Just wait," she said. I'm gonna make us both feel good." 

With that, she raised enough to reach down, take my cock, and rub the head through her channel. She circled her clit with my head at the front and moved my cock back to her vaginal entrance at the rear. Patsy repeated this several times before saying, "It's time. I need you in me desperately. It's been eight years since I had a cock in me and I need it badly." With that she positioned my cock at her entrance and began lowering her pussy on me slowly. 

It felt like tight, oiled, velvet slowly descending on me. Patsy said, "It's been so long. I'll have to adjust to your size." She moved down a couple of inches before rising again. She lowered again, going deeper. Repeating the rising and lowering several times, she bottomed out on me. "Let me get used to this," she said. "I'm so full right now." Her vaginal muscles began to squeeze and release my cock. 

This was a feeling like none other. I had no idea that anything could feel this way. I placed my hands on either side of her waist and began to move them up to her breasts. She had her back arched so her tits were thrust out. I cupped her tits, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Her hips began to slowly move in a circular motion while she was impaled on my cock. The feeling of being seated in her vagina was exquisite. 

"OH, Patsy," I exclaimed. "This is so good. I've never dreamed anything could feel this way. I love you so much." I took her shoulders and pulled her down so I could kiss her again. 

She rose up again. Now she began to raise and lower her hips while maintaining the circular motion. I could tell she was becoming even more aroused as I was. Her vagina was producing even more fluid. It was flowing down my cock into my pubic hair and over my balls. I began to thrust upward when she descended. Her clit was mashed between us with each impact. Her chest and neck area were flushed. 

My balls began to tighten, drawing up to my groin. I was going to cum and cum hard. Patsy was beginning to shudder also. "I'm gonna cum," I groaned. "So am I," she said, as she forced her pussy down on me hard. I thrust upward, trying to get as deep in her as possible. My cock swelled even more as I shot cum into her fluttering vagina. I lost track of the shots. My vision blurred. I broke out in a sweat. My entire being was concentrated in my orgasming cock. I could feel Patsy's vagina clamping me like a vise as she orgasmed also. 

She fell forward onto my chest. We were both breathing like we'd run a marathon. I wrapped her in my arms, hugging her tightly. 

We both lay there limply. I finally was able to open my eyes and look into hers. I could see the love there. We kissed forever. 

"WOW!" was the first thing I could say. "What ran over me? I feel like I've been hit by a truck." Patsy lay on me, laughing softly. "That's what sex feels like," she said. 

My cock was softening. Her vagina pushed me out. I could feel our combined cums running down onto me. "Now I get a treat," she said. She moved down and began to lick the fluids from my cock and groin. I said, "Turn around and I'll clean you also. You have shared so much with me, I need to share with you." 

Patsy turned, placing her freshly fucked pussy in my face. I started licking at her clit, moving upward to her vagina. The taste of our mixed cums was not as bad as I thought it would be. She was right; love does make a difference. While I was cleaning her she did the same for me. When we finished, she turned and lay on top of me again, sharing another kiss. 

After lying together for a while, Patsy said, "It's getting late. We need to clean up and get some sleep." 

We got up, going to the bathroom. There we showered together for the first time. It was a delightful experience washing each other and sharing kisses. After showering, I dried her and she dried me. After we looked at her bed, she said, "We either need to change the sheets or sleep in your bed." We decided my bed was the best option. 

Getting into bed, she slid over next to me. I wrapped her in my arms. "I really loved tonight. I've missed making love so much," she said. I replied, "I never knew until tonight what it was all about. It was something I'll never forget." We kissed again and settled down for the night. 

*** 

I was awakened the next morning by her kisses on my stomach. She worked down to my erect cock, taking it into her mouth. When Patsy started working her tongue, I became harder in seconds. I began stroking her shoulders and back, working down to her delectable ass and back up. She let my cock go and turned, looking into my eyes. "Good morning," she said. "How was your night?" "It was the most wonderful experience of my life," I told her. "Come up here and give me a kiss," I said. 

She lay on top of me and stared into my eyes. She kissed me and then said, "We need to get up, eat breakfast, and talk." 

"This sounds bad," I replied. She said, "Not really. We just need to discuss what happened and decide what to do. I also have something I need to tell you." 

We got up. Patsy went to her bedroom to get a robe. I pulled on a pair of cutoffs, commando. 

I went to the kitchen and started the coffee brewing. Patsy came in, wearing a knee length, green chenille robe. The front was open to her navel and the belt was loosely tied around her waist. She went to the refrigerator, getting out bacon and eggs. While she was cooking, I poured our coffee, got out some orange juice, and made toast. I set the table while she was dishing up our breakfast. The bacon, toast, and scrambled eggs seemed to taste better this morning. 

As we were eating, Patsy started talking. "Mike," she said. "People will say what we did last night was wrong. This is something we can never tell anyone. In my heart I feel it was the right thing to do. I lost your dad eight years ago and have had a hole in my heart ever since. Watching you grow up and seeing you mature into the type of man he was, was driving me crazy. I had to have someone like him back in my life. You remind me so much of him that I fell in love with you and had to have you fully." 

"Making love to you last night was the fulfillment of a two year dream," Patsy said. "You've reminded me so much of your dad over the years. I've been planning how to seduce you for the past two years. I had to wait until you were an adult. Last night I got what I've wanted and needed for so long." 

Reaching across the table, I took her hands in mine. "You've just answered the questions in my mind," I told her. "Last night was the answer to many of my dreams too. You've been the standard I always compared girls to. I've never met anyone I've been interested in because they all fell short. Why did you wait so long to tell me?" I asked. 

"I wanted you to be an adult," she said. "You are now." 

"You've been a long time fantasy of mine also," I told her. "You've filled my dreams since I can't remember. All my favorite jerk-off thoughts were about you. I don't know how many loads I shot trying to visualize you naked. The shower curtain and seeing you in your underwear recently have kept me busy." 

"If you want, you'll no longer have to do that," Patsy replied. "I want you in my bed every night now." 

When we finished breakfast, Patsy asked me, "Well, what do you want to do now?" 

"I can mow the yard, do the laundry, and paint the house," I answered. 

"NO!" she said. "You're gonna take me back to bed and make love to me again. I'm not through with you yet." 

We spent most of the day learning each other's erotic areas and making sweet, sweet love. 

*** 

I started my last year in high school. We continued to sleep together. Our life together continued to get better. After I graduated we took our first vacation together. We did go to the Gulf Coast, looking for a place to live. We found an ideal situation in Victoria, Texas. Coming back, we put the house and shop up for sale. We did move to Victoria, where I got in on the start of a building boom. We found an older home on the outskirts of town that had a shop building with it. 

We lived together as man and wife. Patsy was never able to have another child due to complications when I was born. Our life together was rich and full. 

*** 

Mom passed away last year. She requested burial by my dad, the first great love of her life. I'd recently sold my construction company to retire, so I brought us home. 

Looking back, I ask myself, "Would you do it again?" The answer is an unqualified YES! 

***