3 comments/ 38452 views/ 17 favorites Whistling Past the Graveyard By: anonymousbosch Whistling Past the Graveyard: The Saga of a Young Man Chapter One: Mrs. Jones' Surprise The memory I have of my first real sexual encounter includes a ride by car to a distant city, and by "sexual encounter," I mean real sex with a real woman, a woman with whom I had done some pretty amazing things, things that were only stuff of a young guy's dreams, a few days earlier. It was a ride with neighbors whose son I had been a friend of since I had any memory. We were going to the big city for the first time and were very excited about it. My friend's parents had offered to take us if we agreed to behave like the good young guys of eighteen that we were. That may be a little naïve by today's standards, but back in the day, guys of eighteen who grew up in the country were naïve in most respects. There was no mention of my friend's mother behaving, thank god. Mr. and Mrs. Jones were longtime friends of my parents. They got together on a regular basis for card games and just sitting around and talking. At least that's what my naïve brain thought that was all they were up to. The trip to the cities made me reassess my thoughts about that. It was a four-hour drive to the city where we planned to spend the weekend. We would stay at a motel and look around during the day. The motel was new to me as well; I had never stayed in one. The very thought was exotic. When we left my neighbor's house, it was already late afternoon. We would reach the city after dark. Mr. Jones had worked all day, but insisted on driving. Mrs. Jones sat up front with him with Sam and me in the back. Now, let me tell you about the Joneses. Mrs. Jones, Anne, was about forty, slim with large breasts -- I paid excessively much attention to them -- blond hair which she wore long, and was, in my humble opinion, the sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes on. Her image was what I masturbated to on the twice-daily basis that I masturbated. Mr. Jones was balding with a slight belly and a great sense of humor; I liked him, but I loved his wife. Mrs. Jones was the center of my thoughts since I turned about sixteen and sex became an obsession. Since I saw her on an almost daily basis, she set the standard for what a woman should be: plump but not too plump, big tits -- that's what her son Sam and I called them in our many conversations about women -- blondish hair that reached her shoulders, and, most important, a big smile. She served as the image in my horny brain as a masturbated several times each day. Since I was at the Jones house almost every day, I had become a fixture. It was as if I could walk in like one of the family, but I generally didn't just walk in unless it was warm out and the door was open. On this day, I did just that, expecting to find Sam at home. I heard someone inside and the door was open, so I opened the screen and announced myself. What I was met with I hadn't prepared for. Mrs. Jones walked out of a bedroom wearing only a thin robe. She was just cinching the belt as she walked toward me, leaving quite a gap where her breasts came together. I caught a glimpse of the tops of both tits, er, breasts as she approached. Her body was damp and her hair was wet from having just gotten out of the shower. The water on her tits, er, breasts made the material covering them almost transparent but not quite. Her nipples were glued to the fabric, standing out in an unmistakable way, which was enough to get the attention of my stiffening cock. "Is Sam here," I asked in a strangled voice. I was having trouble not talking to her tits, er, breasts. "No, he and his father went into town. Did you have some plans?" she said with a smile and a quick glance toward my now raging hard on which my pants were having some trouble containing. "Nothing special," I choked out. My face was now blazing with embarrassment at my predicament. I could stand there attempting with limited success to cover my unruly cock with both hands or I could turn around and walk out, and never again be able to face Mrs. Jones. I chose to stay and face the music, so to speak. Mrs. Jones then did what I will remember to my last breath. She walked up to within arm's length of me and said, "It's OK if you find me attractive, Bill. Most guys your age would have the same reaction to a nearly nude woman. Do you find me attractive, Bill?" she asked in a way that almost brought me to orgasm. Then she did something that did. She reached down, running her hand over the front of my pants and squeezed my cock. I came with such force that I had to grab her to remain standing. I just happened to grab both of her tits as I came, enhancing the sensation to volcanic proportions. "My, my, Bill, that was quite the sensation, wasn't it? Why don't you put your hands inside my robe since you've already felt them. Here, I'll make it easy for you." With that, she undid the belt that held her robe together at the waist and exposed her tits. They were gorgeous. They were milky and big with brownish nipples surrounded by huge areolas. Her nipples were hard and extended. I put my hands against both and just held them there as my cock began to regain life in the now gooey environment of my underwear. It didn't matter at that point. "Now, Bill, you can move your hands around on them and even suck on my nipples if you want." If I want? If I want? What a fucking question to ask a horny eighteen year-old boy. Of course, I wanted to suck on them. Then I did just that. I don't have any memory of nursing as a baby, but this was nursing in the finest sense. It wasn't for nourishment of the body; it was for nourishment of the libido. As I sucked at first one nipple then the other, Mrs. Jones put her hands first on the back of my head, then on the bulge of my pants. As I continued to suck, she did the almost imaginable: she let her robe slide completely off, leaving her standing there wearing only a pair of very skimpy yellow panties. When she let the robe fall, she returned to my bulge and took the next step. She found the zipper and worked it down as I sucked and nearly choked with the thought of what was about to happen. When she had the zipper completely down, she reached into my somewhat messy pants and found my cock, which she guided out of the hole in my underwear. Since it was covered in my own come, she easily moved her hand back and forth on it. Holy fuck, Mrs. Jones was jacking me off! Then she did the unexpected. She took one of my hands and drew it to her crotch. She helped direct my middle finger along the crack that Sam and I called a cunt; we were such vile and profane little fucks when it came to the female anatomy. Her panties were wet where she let me touch her. "Bill, let's stop now while I take these off and you get out of those pants, shall we." It took me all of thirty seconds to get out of my shoes and pants. This left me with just my now soggy underwear and shirt. "Pull them off, too, Bill." Five seconds later, I was standing in front of Mrs. Jones with just my shirt and a hard on that could have been used to etch glass or at least damp clay. Mrs. Jones stood there with not even a shirt on. Then she told me to remove the shirt. Not quite sure what to do next, having never been in the situation, not even in my imagination, I waited for her to do something. She did just that. "Bill, come here and feel my cunt. I know that you and Sam call it a cunt, so we'll just go with that for the time being." I walked to her, my cock swinging from side to side, and stopped with it just rubbing against her thigh. It was dribbling stuff from the end, leaving a track on her skin. I then took the courageous step of reaching to her cunt and cupping it. It was very wet, almost as slippery as the come that had collected in my underwear and pubic hair. The slit that ran along her cunt, the slit that Sam and I had seen once in a "fuck" magazine that he had found in his father's nightstand, was so slippery that I slid a finger right into her. It didn't stop until it could go no further. "Now slide it in and out, Bill," Mrs. Jones said in a tone I hadn't heard from her in the past. Her face was flushed as I did what she asked and her eyes began to flutter. "Now suck on my tits as you finger fuck me, Bill." My, such words from the mouth of my best friend's mother. Mrs. Jones seemed to like what I was doing to her. She even resumed jacking me off. "Now, Bill, I want you to find a little button at the top of my cunt and rub that. That's my clitoris, or clit, as you and Sam probably call it." Sam and I had no idea that there was such a thing as a clit, so she was given us credit for sophistication that we didn't possess. But when I located that little bump, Mrs. Jones seized onto my cock like she was planning to twist it off. I seemed to have found the button that controlled a woman's sexual fulfillment. After about a minute of mutual masturbation, I detected that sensation that I experienced just before coming: my ass began to spasm and my legs became rubbery. Then Mrs. Jones began to exhibit the same signs. With me sucking her tit and rotating on her clitoris, we both came. As we did so, she told me to put two, then three fingers into her and push them in as far as I could. She jacked away at my cock while coming. I spurted come on her legs and the floor as I finger fucked Mrs. Jones who, by this time, could barely stand. "Bill, you arrived at just the right moment. I was about to satisfy myself with a dildo when you walked in. My cunt was so ready for something that I could hardly keep from coming just watching your reaction to my nipples. That was amazing. Am I the first woman or girl to have her hand around your cock?" "Yes, you are. But I still haven't really had a woman, have I. I mean I haven't had my cock in a woman's cunt." "You will, you will. Just be patient. You may even have me for your first time. Now come here and give me a hug." I walked to Mrs. Jones and put my arms around her. My cock was regaining some of its former stature, lodging between her legs just where they met. I could feel the crack of her cunt with the head of my cock. It seemed to want to get inside her. I began to slide back and forth as we hugged and she began to gasp. I must have found her clitoris with the head of my cock. To add to the sensation, I dropped both hands to her ass cheeks and pulled her into me with each stroke. With her tits, no longer her breasts, mashing against my chest, she, too, grabbed my ass and pulled me into her. Then the miracle happened: I lifted her just enough so her cunt was perfectly aligned with the head of my cock. She initially told me to stop before it got into her, but then pulled me so hard that I had no choice but to go all the way. The sensation of being in a woman's cunt was more than I could describe or take for long. "Slide in and out, Bill," Mrs. Jones gasped. I didn't need to be told; it seemed to come naturally. My cock wasn't the biggest in the world. It was, however, bigger than Sam's. We had measured them with hard ons in the past. His was six inches at full staff and mine was seven and larger around. What made mine stand out was the size of its head when hard. It was like a golf ball. That golf ball seemed to be giving Mrs. Jones what she was looking for. "Fuck me, Bill," was all that Mrs. Jones could get out as I began to come. When I did come, she seemed to suffer some sort of convulsion. She threw her head back and slammed her crotch into me in a way that might have caused injury if it didn't feel so good, so fucking good. As my cock deflated in her cunt, I held Mrs. Jones by her ass cheeks. It took at least a minute for us to recover by which time my cock was once again at full staff and ready to continue. "I would love for you to fuck me again, Bill. Your cock is better than I imagined over the last few years, but we should clean up in case the guys come home. We can't let then find us with your cock in me and your come on the floor, now can we?" Better than I imagined? What the fuck! Had she been thinking of my cock as she masturbated? "Have you been thinking about my cock over the last few years, Mrs. Jones?" "Yes I have. Every time I masturbate, I think of you and your cock. I've seen a bulge in your pants from time to time when you're around me. I've just been waiting for you to turn eighteen and the right moment to get into your pants. Today was the right moment. I even suggested that Sam go to town with his father, suspecting that you would come over. Haven't you noticed the looks I've given you from time to time?" "I thought that you were just being your friendly self." "I was, but the new friendly self is a woman who wants to fuck you and has for a while." We did a quick clean up of the come that was on both of us and the floor, then we got dressed. All during the task, my cock was at full staff, which was not lost on Mrs. Jones. As a parting gesture, Mrs. Jones got on her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants once again, a task at which she seemed to be expert. She pulled my cock out and inspected it while looking up at me. Then she did the one thing I didn't think "nice" women did: She slid her mouth over it and began to administer my first blowjob. As I held the sides of her face with both hands, she worked back and forth, for what seemed ten minutes but was actually about one. Then I came again with my cock still in her mouth. She swallowed my come, then she licked around my cock and its head until it was again clean except for her saliva. When she was done, she stood up and kissed me. She ran her tongue into my mouth, which left a slight salty taste behind. "Did you like that, Bill? Maybe the next time I'll let you do the same for me." Then we heard a car drive in. We met Sam and his father at the door as I was leaving. I must have had a shit-eating grin on my face after having just had my cherry burst in more ways than one. If they had looked closely, they would have seen the stains on my pants left by my having come after feeling Mrs. Jones' tits for the first time. Mrs. Jones gave Mr. Jones a kiss on the mouth as she greeted him. Her mouth had just been wrapped around my cock and must still have had a little of my come in it. He didn't seem to notice, or if he did he didn't say anything. *** When we reached about the halfway point to the city, we stopped for dinner in a small town. This, too, was a serious deviation from the norm. Restaurants were not where I usually ate. When we finished eating and returned to the car, Mr. Jones suggested that Sam sit up front with him and talk so he wouldn't fall asleep. Mrs. Jones would sit in back with me. This was working out very nicely, was my thought. When we got in, Mrs. Jones sat to my left. I could smell her very attractive scent from where I sat and knowing my hard on would be obvious. As Sam and Mr. Jones chattered away up front, Mrs. Jones and I sat mute in back. Then the unexpected happened; she slid over next to me so that her right hip and leg were resting against my left hip. I swore I could feel her tit against my arm and her breath on my cheek. It was one thing to be fondled by Mrs. Jones in private, but this was in her car with her son and husband only feet away. It was dark now, and the only light that reached the back seat came from the occasional approaching headlights. Then I felt her hand on my left leg. Fuck, what was happening? If she got any closer, I would come all over myself. Then she turned her face into mine and whispered, "Bill, would you mind if I laid my head on your lap so I can take a nap? And, dear, would turn the radio up a little?" I turned my head slowly toward hers and found that I was about an inch from her face with my lips almost touching hers. I could smell her every breath. It was perfumed with sex was my juvenile thought. My cock must have also had the same thought because it was now so hard that it was difficult to sit. "No, I wouldn't mind at all," was my whispered reply. Mrs. Jones then worked her way back to her side of the seat and slowly lay down so that her head was resting on my left thigh. She was only about an inch away from my cock. She might have felt it if she moved slightly more. Then she did exactly that. Her face and mouth were directly over my raging hard on. I had come in the past with less stimulation than this. I willed myself not to come; the consequences would be too great. This was, after all, Mrs. Jones, whose face was on my lap, a woman whom I had fucked but not in the presence of her son and husband. It just wouldn't do to come in her face. Just as I thought that she might be going to sleep, Mrs. Jones put her left hand on my thigh as if to use it as a pillow. What she really accomplished was to cover my cock with it. My cock, now pushing its way down my pant leg, was covered for the second time in its life by a woman's hand. She must have known that I wouldn't be able to contain myself. She let go just before I'd reached the point of no return. God bless her, because I wouldn't have another pair of pants to slip into. What was a young man to do? I knew I had come with just the touch of woman's hand on my cock. She must have also known that I would probably come with just the stimulation of her touch. Just the thought of a woman's mouth being anywhere near my cock had driven me to orgasm in the past. Now here was Mrs. Jones' mouth near my cock, and her hand was on it. Visions of her having given me a blowjob just days before kept my cock near its bursting point. Then she found my zipper and slowly unzipped my pants. My cock had reached its bursting point by this point and was looking for some air. Mrs. Jones reached into my fly and touched my very hard cock. The touch was electric. This hard on was nothing I had experienced. A woman actually touching my cock while her husband sat nearby was almost more than it could take without exploding, almost. Thank goodness I didn't come as she pulled my cock out and to her lips. Her lips! What the fuck? She was again going to put my cock in her mouth. Then she did. She sank on my cock until it was entirely in her mouth, then she pulled off and looked up at me just as a car passed and I could see her face. She looked like she might be in a trance. Her eyes were unfocused and her mouth was open, her tongue just exposed. Then she went back to my cock. I thought that since she was now working on my cock with her mouth, she probably wouldn't mind if I played with some things I had come to like a lot: her tits. Her left tit was well within reach of my left hand, so I slowly cupped it, expecting some resistance from material; there was none; she was braless. Her tit was soft, but I couldn't feel much through the dress she wore, so I decided to go for broke. With her head now bobbing up and down on my cock, I pulled her dress top from her left shoulder. When I was met with too much resistance, I found the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down as far as possible then reached around and again covered her tit with my hand. This was better. She clamped her lips tighter around my cock as a began to circle her nipple with my fingers. As I played with her nipple, I came in Mrs. Jones's mouth. Oh, fuck, what a sensation. I continued to work my hand on her tit as I came in her mouth. It was the second greatest sensation I had ever had. The first was coming in her cunt. That Sam and Mr. Jones didn't hear us was a minor miracle. Maybe that's why she asked that the radio be turned up. When Mrs. Jones had sucked and swallowed every bit of semen I had in me, she licked her lips and patted my now deflated cock. As I attempted to zip up with my hand remaining on her breast, Mrs. Jones again patted my cock and sat up. As she did so, she pulled her dress into place and leaned slightly forward so I could zip her up. She remained sitting next to me. Whistling Past the Graveyard When we were "decent," Mrs. Jones took my right hand and pulled it to that place between her legs just above her knees. I, by this time, had no doubt about what we were about and it wasn't being naïve. She wanted me to touch her in a way to which she had already introduced me. I ran my hand along the inside of her right thigh until I reached her crotch where I was met by her panties, which had a wet spot where I knew her cunt was located. I ran my hand over the spot and she let out a very soft sigh. Then I pulled the leg of her panties back and found the real thing. It was hairy and wet. I might have thought that she had an accident if I wasn't already familiar with the female lubrication thing thanks to her instruction. What I found was the hole that my middle finger slipped into with little resistance. As I slid it in, Mrs. Jones leaned further into me and gave another sigh. She then put her mouth to my ear and said, "Work your finger around the top of the hole like I taught you, Bill." Women came? I would have had no idea had she not already showed me that they in fact do. She had already put my cock in her mouth and swallowed my semen, so I did as she requested. I found her clitoris, which definitely got a response from Mrs. Jones. With the aid of the slippery stuff I found in her cunt, I began to run my middle finger around that spot which, if her reaction was any indication, drove her into delirium. Then she whispered to me in a quavering voice to put two fingers into her and move them around real fast. The feeling of her cunt as she came was amazing. It was as if she had undergone a lube job, her cunt was so open and so slippery. I put three then four fingers into her as far as I could as she bucked into my hand. It was amazing that the two in the front seat didn't hear what was happening in back. When she had recovered, I pulled my fingers out. She took my hand and put all of the fingers that had just been in her cunt into her mouth and sucked them clean. Mr. Jones turned his head toward the back seat just as we slid apart and said that we were approaching the city. He had his usual smile on his face. He didn't see that Mrs. Jones and I were holding hands. The hand that she held had just been in her cunt and the hand that I held had been around my cock. It was the start of a great weekend.   Chapter Two: Bill Does Mrs. Jones Yet Again The motel we stayed at was not the best in the city, but it was comfortable and roomy. The room we stayed in had two large beds, a bath and a table and chairs where we would sit and eat and play games if we wanted. The games, however would be played somewhere else. It was decided that Sam and I would sleep in the bed nearest the bathroom. I decided to take to side nearest Mr. Mrs. Jones' bed. Mrs. Jones took the side nearest our bed. That put us only a few feet from each other as we slept. Since we had arrived quite late, and everyone was tired from the drive and other activities, we went to bed soon after arrival. Mrs. Jones went into the bathroom to get ready for bed as we guys got undressed and got under covers. There was only the light next to Mr. Jones on when Mrs. Jones came out and walked to her bed. I was facing her as she came around to her side of the bed, so I could see that she was wearing a very short nighty. As she turned toward me to sit on the edge of her bed to get under the covers, the light behind her left no doubt that she was wearing nothing but the nighty. I could just make out her cunt hair as she sat down. My cock was going to cause some problems throughout the night. It must have been about midnight that I awoke. I could hear soft snoring from Sam and his father and could feel a hand on my cock. I hoped that it wasn't Sam's. I opened my eyes and saw the silhouette of Mrs. Jones as she rested on her knees beside my bed with her hand under my covers and grasping my cock. In her softest voice, Mrs. Jones said, "Let's go in the bathroom, Bill." I waited until she unhanded my cock and had gone into the bathroom before I quietly got up and tip toed behind her. When I had closed the door behind me, Mrs. Jones plugged in the night light that she had previously unplugged. I could just make out her image. She had removed the nighty and was standing before me with nothing on but a "fuck me" look. By this time, my cock was beyond hard and had found a way out of the hole in my briefs. "Take these off, Bill," Mrs. Jones whispered while fondling my cock. I pulled them over the obstacle that snapped up as my briefs slid over it. When the briefs joined Mrs. Jones' nighty on the floor, she told me that she wanted me to put my cock into her. She sat on the edge of the counter and spread her legs, exposing her very open cunt. Although the light wasn't good, I could make out the moisture that lined the entrance to her cunt that told me she was ready for me. I walked right into her with my cock. It found its way to the entrance then continued on until it reached the bottom of her as she sighed. Although I was anything but expert at fucking, I quickly caught on that what she wanted was just to be slammed into. I was certainly up to that. I had to tone it down just a little so as not to call attention to that fact that Mrs. Jones was being fucked by someone other than Mr. Jones. Then we both came. I ejected come into her that she must have felt to the bottom of her cunt. I don't know how much come I shot into her just then, but it must have been enough given her response. She pulled my head to her bouncing tits as she pulled me further into her and she softly moaned, still aware enough to know that it wouldn't do to awake the guys just outside the door. "Oh fuck, Bill. I couldn't sleep knowing that your cock was right next to me. I had to have it." And with that, my cock again grew in a way that left only one option: fuck her again. We fucked once more before we came to our senses and cleaned up. She gave my cock one more cleaning with her tongue, then I slipped back to bed. Chapter Three: Mr. Jones Must Know That Something is Up, or Maybe Not I awoke the following morning before anyone. Soft light formed just a sliver through the heavy curtains. I glanced over toward the spot where Mrs. Jones lay. Her face was just visible over the top of the spread. Her hair framed her sexy face. Her mouth was open just a sliver, the mouth that had been around my cock. Then she opened her eyes. When she saw me looking at her, she smiled and stuck her tongue out. My cock gave a leap. I had to go to the bathroom with vengeance, but had a serious hard on. Since Mrs. Jones was now very familiar with my cock, I decided to risk getting up, which I did. As I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my cock escaped my briefs and came into full view. Mrs. Jones smiled and reached out her arm toward me. She was just able to reach my cock and squeeze it before letting go, allowing me to get up and go to the bathroom. While I was attempting to piss with a hard on, never an easy thing, Mrs. Jones came in. "Bill, do you need help with that?" She grabbed my cock and directed it toward the toilet as I started to piss. By the time I was finished, she had pulled her nighty off and sat down to do the same. This could not be good. What if Mr. Jones woke up and came in? When she was done pissing, she climbed in the shower and turned on the water. I opened the door and walked back to bed and climbed in. "Where you been, Bill?" Sam asked. "I went to the bathroom." "I hear the shower. Who's in there?" "Your mother." "You and my mother were in the bathroom together?" "Well, she was in the shower and I had to pee, so she said that I could come in at the same time. I didn't see her and she didn't see me." "Oh. You should have; she's beautiful." What the fuck! *** The rest of the weekend in the city, all one and a half days of it, was spent just looking at the big buildings, eating and driving around. My favorite part of the whole thing, besides the time spent with Mrs. Jones, was a trip in the elevator to the top of the tallest building in town. The elevator to the observation deck was packed. Sam and I stood in the back with our backs against the wall. Mr. and Mrs. Jones were directly in front of us. As luck, at least I thought it was luck, would have it, Mrs. Jones stood with her back against me. She made a point of pushing into me with her very firm ass. As we neared the top, she reached behind her and rubbed my cock through my pants. Such a thing should have driven me to instant orgasm, but I somehow prevented that embarrassment by think about something else, like the proximity of Mr. Jones and Sam. All during our second and last night at the motel, I waited for Mrs. Jones to make another move on me, but she didn't. My cock must have expected it too, because it was stiff every time I woke up. Then there was the ride back home. We left after dark because we didn't want to miss any daylight in the city. Again, Mr. Jones drove and Sam sat with him because Mrs. Jones said that she wanted to sleep and would be more comfortable in back. We no sooner got onto the dark road outside the city than I felt the unmistakable hand of Mrs. Jones as it crept over my left thigh and into me crotch. I helped accommodate it by spreading my legs, and then went further and unzipped for her. She seemed to appreciate the gesture. She slid over toward me and laid her head on my shoulder as if she was sleeping, all the while she was playing with my cock, which was now outside my pants. She removed her hand long enough to wet it with her saliva, and then she went back to the jack off action that she seemed so adept at. I knew that it would not be a good thing for me to come with her hand around my cock, however, because at the age I could shoot come with such force that it might have landed on the dashboard of the car. Mr. Jones might have some thoughts on that. Then Mrs. Jones seemed to sense that, while she would liked to have seen me shoot come all over the place, she should probably wait for another time; she was a very thoughtful woman. She once again slid her mouth over my cock and resumed jacking me off, but now it was with her mouth and tongue. I just sat there, enjoying the ride. I didn't reach for any of the things she had hidden under her dress. Instead, she reached down with one hand and masturbated as she brought me to another delirium inducing orgasm. When I opened my eyes after the blinding orgasm, and Mrs. Jones still had her lips wrapped around my cock, I looked up and saw that Sam was looking back at us. My first thought was that he would spill the beans to Mr. Jones and I would be left beside a cornfield to walk home. I, however, noticed that he was smiling and seemed to have watched the whole show. I was safe for the moment. Chapter Four: A Warm Summer Day and a Swim to Remember It was late when Mr. Jones dropped me off at home. Mrs. Jones was actually sleeping with her head resting on my left thigh. My cock was at full mast. Life was looking up. I had to shake Mrs. Jones' shoulder lightly to wake her so I could get out. She slid the hand that had been resting on my thigh up and found my cock, giving it a pat and rub, then sat up. Sam and Mr. Jones bid me goodnight and I walked to my house, all the time thinking what a fucking amazing weekend it had been. It was late morning before my mother came in to wake me. She did her usual and tussled my hair and called me "sleepy head." Let me tell you about my mother. She's about Mrs. Jones' age, but she's slimmer. Her breasts -- I wouldn't dream of calling them her tits -- are a little less round and full as Mrs. Jones'. She wears her hair sort, just to her neck. I've always thought that she was pretty, but I've never thought of her in a sexual way. That would have been too weird. Until now. "How was the weekend, Mr. Big City Guy?" my mother asked as she gathered up my clothes for the wash she did every Monday. "It was great beyond anything you would imagine." "I've been to the city, but it's not beyond anything I can imagine." "You just don't know what a great weekend it was." "Maybe I do. Try me" "Well, we saw so much stuff and did so many things, and Mr. and Mrs. Jones are such great people." "Especially Mrs. Jones, I'll bet." "Well, yes, she's great, but so is Mr. Jones." "What's so great about Mrs. Jones?" "She's just nice." "Do you think she's pretty?" "Sure, she's pretty, but so are you." With this last remark, my mother smiled in a way that I saw Mrs. Jones smile just before I slid a finger in her. Holy shit, could my mother be in on this whole thing with Mrs. Jones? They were close friends who spent a lot of time together, after all. "What's up for you and Sam today? You know that you both have to register for classes at the university soon, don't you?" "We didn't have any plans, but maybe we'll do that today." "It's going to be hot, so how about if we go down to the lake and swim this afternoon. You can help with the laundry before lunch." "OK, but let me get up now, so I can get ready." "What's the matter, afraid to get up with me in the room?" "No, it's just that I'd feel better if you weren't in the room when I got up." "Why's that? Do you have something that you would rather I not see?" "What are you talking about?" "I know about young guys and their usual predicaments where sex is concerned." She was right, of course, I did sport a raging hard on every morning when I woke up. It didn't help that my mother was standing there in a very thin summer dress that did little to hide any of her curves. Then she did the unexpected: she leaned over, exposing the tops of her breasts as she again tussled my hair. I swear that her breasts were bare almost to her nipples. My cock thought so, at any rate. "Come on, get out of that bed. I need to get the sheets off so I can wash them." So I did. I swung my feet out and sat on the edge of the bed for a few seconds, and then I stood up. My cock was at full staff and would have burst out of my shorts if I hadn't prevented it with a hand. "You see, I knew that you might have a problem with that thing, and that's why you wouldn't get up." Standing there before my mother didn't help matters. She was only about two feet away and my seven-inch cock decreased that distance. My mother looked down at my cock, now covered by thin material, and licked her lips. "Maybe you should take a cold shower while I strip your bed and get on with the laundry. *** It was about an hour after lunch that we started to get ready for the lake. It was another hot and humid day, just the sort that cried out for relief in a lake. When we arrived, we were pleased to find that no one else was there. The lake rippled with a light wind, blowing the bugs away for the time being. The sky was blue with a few high clouds to give it character. "You put on your suit on that side of the car," my mother said, "and I'll put mine on over here. Just remember, no peeking." It took me no time to change into my suit. My mother, however, was a lot slower since she had more stuff to get out of and into. When I glanced over where she was changing, I was pleased to note that she had her clothes off and only the bottom of her two-piece suit on. Since her back was to me, I didn't get a look at her breasts. Things were looking up, though, because she rarely wore the two-piece. It was white and skimpy given the times. "OK, Mr. Voyeur, come over here and tie the back of my top." I wasted no time getting around to where she stood with her hands holding her top to her breasts. The strings that I needed to tie hung down her sides. I grabbed both strings and pulled them to the back where I tied them in a bow, hoping that they would "accidently" come loose later. When we were both ready to get in the water, my mother grabbed her bag that was stuffed full of stuff and I grabbed my towel. We walked through the long grass in our bare feet to the water's edge. The beach here wasn't much, but there was sandy bottom and a long swimming dock with a wide area at the end where we could sun bathe. "Let's go to the end so you can put some sunscreen on my back," my mother said as she walked away, her very curvaceous ass swinging under her suit. "OK, but only if you'll return the favor," I said. I knew that I was getting the better part of the deal, so did my now rigid cock. I just hoped that she didn't turn around and see the state of my swim suit; she would have changed her mind about me rubbing lotion on her back. When we got to the end of the dock, my mother spread her towel out and laid face down on it. She told me to get the lotion from her bag and apply some to her back and legs. This was getting to be too much for my now near explosive cock. I thought that if I just touched her back I might come. When I had the lotion, I put a little in one palm and rubbed my palms together, and then I put one knee on either side of her outstretched legs. Then the moment of truth: to come or not to come. As I lay both palms on her upper back and began to slowly apply lotion, I knew that I had gone over the first and most difficult hurdle. I worked the lotion around until all of her upper back and shoulders were covered. "Now, Bill, would you untie my top and get that area? I'd rather not have a tan line in the middle of my back." Would I? Fuck yes I would. The tie came undone and the ties fell to the side, exposing her entire nude back. Her nude back; the very word had an impact on my now rock hard cock. It had found a gap in my suit and was exposed at the opening of my suit and running down my right thigh. This was not going to end well, was my thought at the time. I opened the lotion bottle and drizzled a little of it on her lower back. Then I went to work on it, trying to prevent my cock from coming into contact with the backs of her thighs. "Make sure you get my sides, too, Bill. I don't want to get burned there." I slid my hands slowly along both sides of her chest and massaged the lotion in. In my attempt to get the lotion well down along both sides, I came into contact with the sides of her breasts that were being pressed out with the weight of her body. This called for more work than I had anticipated. I got more lotion and worked it into my palms then went back to the sides of her breasts. "I think you have applied enough lotion there, Bill. Now let's get some on my thighs before they start to burn." Yes let's, was my thought. My mother's two-piece left little to the imagination when properly situated. When the top was undone and the sides of her breasts exposed, it was an almost orgasmic display. The white fabric hid none of her creases or bumps. In retrospect, I know that she knew this. I again applied some lotion to my palms and began to apply it to her legs that were still together with my knees on both sides of them. It was difficult to get any lotion on her inner thighs and told her so. "You'll have to straddle just one leg if you want me to spread mine, Bill." I got off from her for a moment while she spread her legs in a suggestive manner. As I said, her suit left little to the imagination and accentuated her creases or cracks as the case may be. Then I got between her legs and began to work lotion up the inside of her left leg and down her right leg. In doing so, I got within an inch of her pussy -- I hadn't yet thought of it as her cunt. By that time, my cock had extended to its full seven inches. It stuck out of the leg of my suit by at least three inches. It was going to be impossible to put it back without first allowing it to come. But how was that going to happen without my mother knowing? "Bill, would you get lotion all the way up my thighs so I don't burn?" Whistling Past the Graveyard I choked out a yes and slowly slid up her left thigh until I touched her pussy with the tip of my middle finger. I left it there for a few seconds, and then did the same on her right thigh. This time I ran my fingers against her pussy with more force. She squirmed as I did this and let out a soft sigh. "Now, Bill, I'm going to roll over and you can do the front of my legs." The front of her legs? That was a job that I knew she was fully capable of, which gave me the impression that she was enjoying this little drama. I wondered how she was going to enjoy seeing the effect her body had on my now out of control cock. She rolled over while holding her top in place, much to my disappointment. Her top still wasn't tied, so there was hope. Her eyes were closed, so my cock was safe from her gaze, at least for the time being. "Do my stomach first, Bill. Then you can do my shoulders and legs." I put some lotion on my palms and leaned over her from my position with my legs outside hers. As I touched her shoulders, my exposed cock came within an inch of her pussy. I worked on her shoulders and the area around the tops of her breasts, which were still hidden by the cloth that barely covered them. I then went back for more lotion and began to work on her stomach. When I got to the area just under her breasts, she told me to make sure to get the bottom of each breast since they were very vulnerable to burning. I did as she asked and ran my fingers over the soft flesh of her breasts as they flattened against her chest. It would take only a minor adjustment and I would have been cupping her naked breasts. "I think that's good enough. Now get my legs and thighs, Bill." "You'll have to spread your legs if I'm to get the inside of your thighs, mom." I got from between her legs as she spread them. The thing about white that I like is that it shows wet areas very clearly. I noticed that a dark area had developed where her pussy met her white suit. This was a favorable development. I first got between her legs and then put more lotion on my palms. Then I began a slow slide to her crotch. By the time I reached her crotch, I noticed that she was moving her pelvis up and down. When I ran my hands into her crotch and onto her pussy, she pushed against my hands in a way that told me she wanted my hands there. I stayed there, moving my fingertips over her pussy, causing her no end of pleasure if the sounds coming from her were any indication. Then I retreated and got the rest of her legs. "Now I'd like you to get my breasts, Bill. I don't want to get them burned. They are very vulnerable to sun burn." I stayed positioned between her legs as I put more lotion on my palms. Since this had become a game of who could hold out the longest, I decided to prolong it. I leaned into her and ran one hand along one side, encountering the side of one breast as I did so. By this time, I was so close to her pussy with my exposed cock, that I put it into play as well. I reached down to where it had escaped and pulled back the suit. My cock was now fully exposed and standing out for the world, or at least my mother, to see. Then I went straight for her tits -- yes, they were now tits. I ran my hand under the loose fabric of her tops and over her right tit. I found that her nipple was as hard as a rock and extended at least a half inch. I ran my palm over it, then took it between two fingers and twirled it around. As I played with her nipple, I ran my cock down onto her still covered cunt -- yes, it was now her cunt. It took a millisecond for me to push the top of her suit aside and expose her very, I mean very, gorgeous tits. Both of her nipples were standing up and waiting to be fondled. I decided that sucking them would get the best results, so I did just that. As I sucked one then the other as I involuntarily humped her cunt through her suit. "Bill, let me get this thing off," my mother gasped. I helped her out of her suit bottom and I then took off mine. "My god Bill, that is the most beautiful cock I have ever seen." She then took hold of it as if it might get away. As she did, I came. I shot come onto her and the dock. Most of it landed on her legs and stomach with some making it to her tits. "Bill, I just wish you had come in me and not on me." Those words had a seriously rejuvenating effect in me. As my cock began to expand, my mother took it in her hand and jacked me off. Then she pulled me down and kissed me in a very unmotherly way. She ran her tongue into my mouth, and then she stopped and told me to finger her cunt. Her words. By the time I was up and ready for more, my mother suggested that we find another spot to continue since we were vulnerable to being seen where we were. "Let's go out to the diving raft," I suggested. "OK, but how are we going to get my stuff out there? I need some of it if we're going to do what I want to do and that is not exactly a spot that will keep us out of prying eyes." I knew that but didn't care. I was a good swimmer and carried the bag out to the raft. I threw the bag up as my mother arrived. I let her go up the ladder first, knowing that they view of her naked ass and cunt from behind was not to be missed. At the top of the ladder, I reached up and helped her with a hand between her legs and one finger in her dripping cunt. She stopped and let me work it in and out for a few strokes before climbing away from me. My mother was now so ready to be fucked that she pulled out a towel, spread it out and lay down. She spread her legs and beckoned me to come to her. My cock was at full attention as I kneeled between her legs. I kissed her tits, and then her lips as my cock slid into the area of its target. She was not up to prolonging the wait and took my cock in hand, guiding it to her cunt. "Push, Bill. Fuck me." I pushed into her cunt with no preliminaries. When I was stopped by our bodies coming together, I began to slam against her. My short history of fucking had taught me a few things; I knew what felt best, and raw slamming into a woman's cunt was the best. It also seemed to please the woman whose cunt was being filled. Thankfully, I had come a short time before, so I lasted quite a while. Toward the end of the session, my mother reached between us and found her clitoris. She must have masturbated, because it took no time before she started the telltale sign of a woman about to come: heavy breathing and groaning. Then she did come. As she bucked and shouted, I came as well. If there was anyone on the lake, he or she must have heard the unmistakable sound of the rutting human. We lay together with my cock still in her cunt for what seemed like five minutes. We had to come to grips with what we had just done. While we were coming to that grip, my cock resolved to expand to its former state. Then we fucked some more. As we drove home, one hand between my mother's legs, cupping her well-used cunt, my mother said, "Bill, we have to keep this between us. No one else must know." "How did this happen?" I asked. "You seemed to be anxious for me to fuck you." "I was and have been for some time. Every time I find come in your underwear when I wash clothes, I think about your cock and that your come should be in me. Then Mrs. Jones had the idea that we should conspire for her to seduce you and me to seduce Sam. She told me about your first time at her house. I almost came as she described you and your cock. I just didn't think our little plan would go beyond her fucking you and me fucking Sam." "You fucked Sam?" "Yes I have. He wasn't as good as you. I did come, however. He does know how to use his tongue to get me off. His cock isn't as big as yours, but he does have a certain technique." "When and where did you fuck Sam?" "I'll tell you at another time. Now, let's go home. If your father hasn't come home from work, we might be able to get another lesson in. Maybe I can show you how to perform oral sex. You know, eat pussy." Chapter Five: A Lesson in Cunnilingus (Eating Pussy, for You Luddites) When my mother and I walked into the house, we were both frothy for more of what we had experienced at the lake. My cock was pushing against my shorts in a way that might have led to either injury or damage to my shorts if I didn't relieve the tension; that's just what I did as we reached the living room. I wasted no time in pulling down my shorts then removing my briefs. As I pulled my shirt over my head, my mother put her hand around my engorged cock and began to jack me off. "Stop before I make a mess of the furniture, mother," I gasped. I threw my shirt onto the accumulating pile of clothes then turned to my mother and told her to get undressed. "How about cunnilingus, mom? Isn't that what we're supposed to be instructing me in?" As my mother removed her clothes, I continued stroking my cock. I wanted to maintain the feeling that she had started. When she was nude, my mother sat on a leather recliner and leaned back. She spread her legs, exposing her glistening cunt. "Come here, Bill. Get between my legs and I'll guide you in the fine art of eating pussy." I did as told. I slid my hands up my mother's legs until I reached her crotch. By that time, my mouth was inches from her cunt. "Now, put your tongue at the opening of my vagina and work it up until I tell you to stop." I again did as told. My mother's cunt tasted salty and her odor was like nothing I had experienced. It wasn't exactly like a perfume, but it was close. As I started slowly moving my tongued up her cunt to her clitoris, my mother became more animated. "Oh, fuck. Stop there. Now roll your tongue around that bump you just ran into. That's my clitoris. That's what makes my come. Oh fuck. Oh yes. Just like that. Keep doing that. Now, put two fingers in my cunt." I had never heard my mother refer to her vagina as her cunt, so I knew that something good must have been happening. When my mother grabbed the back of my head and began to pull my face into her cunt, there was no doubt. "Oh, oh, ohhhhh, fuck, yes, fuck, put more fingers in me now. Oh fuck yes!" If I could have managed, I would have been jacking off while eating my mother. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. As my mother came, she almost smothered me as she pulled my face into her cunt. "You're a fast learner, Bill. Your father does a great job of eating pussy. You, however, are the best yet. Now, would you slide that cock in me before your father gets home?" That was my lesson in giving head. The best teacher was always one's mother, and this was no exception. Chapter Six: Bill's Education Goes On, and On, etc. Needless to say, my relationships with my mother, Mrs. Jones and Sam had changed. We no longer danced around our fascination with sex and how best to get off. Masturbation, while still enjoyable, was no longer my primary method of discharging my manly duties. I'm sure that my mother appreciated not finding my underwear in despicable condition every time she did laundry. What now frequently ran down her leg used to be deposited in my shorts. She seemed pleased. "So Bill, guess who's coming for a visit?" my mother asked over breakfast a few days after the raft expedition. I was staring at her tits as she asked. It was laundry day, and she was dressed in her usual uniform for the occasion: sweat pants and a halter-top. The top left almost nothing to the imagination. I knew what the thin material was concealing, but still found the mystery appealing. "Bill, are you paying attention to me or my chest?" "Both, mom; I can listen while fixed on what's in your halter-top." With that, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp that held her top in place and let the top fall away from her tits. "There, now you can stop wondering and pay attention to what I'm telling you. Your aunt June is coming for a week. She'll be here tomorrow. Aunt June was my mother's younger sister. She was single, but had been married to a guy I didn't much like. I think I didn't like him because he had Aunt June and I didn't. She was a gorgeous woman, one who I fantasized about a lot when I jacked off as a youngster. "Great, we haven't seen her for a while. Why's she coming now. I thought she came in the fall when her business had fallen off a little." "It turned out that she sold the business, and is moving south after she leaves here. You need to go the airport to pick her up if you don't mind." Did I mind? Was my mother kidding, or didn't she know that I had had a crush on Aunt June since I was about ten, maybe nine. "No, I don't mind at all." After breakfast and our conversation was over, my mother picked up our dishes and took them to the sink, still sans top. As she started to rinse them before putting them in the washer, I walked behind her and reached around her body. She gave a slight gasp as I cupped her tits in both hands and tweaked her nipples, now quite rigid. As she rinsed, I continued to play with her tits. "What's that I feel pressing against my ass, Bill? Did you find something you like?" My hard on was pressing against her ass, as if she didn't know. I was wearing very thin shorts with no underwear, so my cock was able to create quite a stir. I released one of her tits and unzipped my shorts, letting my cock into the morning air. It immediately resumed pressing against her ass still covered in sweat pant material which not even my steely cock could penetrate. My mother stopped what she was doing for a few seconds and pulled her pants down, pressing back into me as she did it. She was not wearing underwear. When she stood up and resumed dishwashing, my cock found the gap between her legs. I then began to fuck her thighs in an attempt to get at her cunt. "Bill, how about if I bend over a little and spread my legs. That may make your job a little less challenging." With that, I just had to bend my knees a little before I was able to get to her cunt. She reached down and guided me into her. There we were, I with my cock in her from behind and my hands around her, cupping her tits as she continued to wash dishes. We were both able to look out onto the yard as we fucked. One of our neighbors passed by in the alley and waved as we went at it. She waved back with a quizzical look on her face. I couldn't prevent another perverted thought: I wonder if she would be interested in getting it on? Chapter Seven: Aunt June Arrives As Aunt June's plane came to a stop and the door opened, I watched from the small town terminal as a ramp worker pushed a stair to it. Aunt June was the last to get off. As she stepped into the brilliant sun and oppressive heat, she shielded her eyes and looked around. She was stunning in her short dress. Aunt June walked into the terminal where we would wait for her bag to be unloaded. She saw me and walked over. I was reluctant to hug her, but she had no such qualms. She gave me a big hug and kiss on a cheek. Both lasted long enough to get the attention of my cock. Damn that thing; It could at least wait until I could hide it. But no, it wanted what was wrapped around me and it wanted it now. "It's great to see you, Bill. You've really grown since I saw you last." She may have meant that because she felt my cock against her, or she may have meant it because I was a little taller. Whichever it was, I was delighted to be this close to the woman that I fantasized about all these years. "It's great to see you too, Aunt June," I said as I quickly checked out that part of her anatomy that her skimpy dress was displaying. It took most of my will power not to gape at the cleavage that her dress created. The thought of her tits with my cock sliding between them didn't do my cock any good; it grew by the second. As we turned to go to the baggage area, a few feet from where we stood, I caught Aunt June glance down at the bulge in my pants then looked quickly up at my face. "So Bill, what have you been doing this summer? This is your last summer before the start of college, right. I'll bet you're given all the girls a thrill, aren't you?" "I don't really have a girlfriend." "What, a specimen like you with no girlfriend? That's like a woman like me with no boyfriend. I guess we have that in common." We collected Aunt June's bag and walked out of the terminal to my car. Actually, it was my mother's car. I just had permission to use it almost anytime I wanted to. I was able to walk beside her without my shorts giving me away. When we reached the car, I put her bag in the trunk, then I went to open her door. As Aunt June got in, her dress slid up on her legs to above mid-thigh. Then she put her left leg in while keeping her right leg on the ground, thus spreading her legs so her left inner thigh was visible to almost where her panties came into view. Then they did. She stayed in that position for what seemed longer than necessary to get in. I could make out that she was wearing lavender colored panties, and that her legs were great. I could also look down from where I stood at her door into the top of her dress where the tanned tops of her tits were on display. "Shall we get going? You look like you might be a little uncomfortable." She said that as she looked directly at the ever-expanding bulge in my shorts. I closed her door after she slowly pulled her right leg into the car. The walk around the back of the car and to the driver's door took longer than it should have because I was hoping for a decrease in the size of my hard on; no luck. I opened my door and slid in behind the wheel, inserted the key and started the engine. "Bill, do you find me attractive? Is that why you seem to have developed the little problem?" "I don't know what you mean, Aunt June." "Please call me June. The problem is the bulge in your shorts. I'm flattered that you find me so sexually stimulating. Don't be embarrassed about getting an erection around a woman you find sexually attractive. Most of we woman would be flattered by it. I know how young guys are; your cocks seem to have minds of their own." "Cocks?" Was she trying to drive me to ejaculation by just talking? If she was, she might be about to succeed. "Yes, I find you very attractive, June; I have for many years. And, yes, I can't seem to control my cock around you." "What is it about me that you find so sexually stimulating besides that the fact that I'm a female?" "You're beautiful, for one thing." "What else?" "Well, you have great legs." "And." "And your breasts are gorgeous." "Do you refer to them as breasts with your buddies?" "No, we call them tits." "Then you can call mine tits. What besides my tits do you find sexually attractive? What makes your cock get hard around me?" Oh fuck, I might just be coming soon if this conversation went any further. "Your legs are great." "How about my panties; did you get hard when I showed you my panties?" "Yes, I liked seeing your panties." "Would you like to see them again?" After she said that, she turned slightly toward me in her seat and spread her legs. As she did so, she pulled the hem of her dress up so that I had a clear view of her panty-covered crotch. They were still lavender in color, but there was a dark spot where her cunt was. "Do you like that, Bill? Would you like to see what you guys call my cunt?" With that new piece of information, I was so near orgasm that I had to bring my mind to another place. The face of my eighth-grade English teacher did the trick. "May I see your cunt? I'd like to feel it as well, if you don't mind." I didn't get any sense that she was going to bite me if I reached down to her crotch, so I did just that. When I touched the wet spot on her panties, I finally did come. "Oh my, Bill, did you just come for me? You just touched my cunt and came. I'm flattered beyond belief. No other man has ever come by just touching me. You're a first." With that said, she reached around her waist and pulled her panties down and off, laying them on the floor. "Now, shall we find a little less public place to park so I can feel that thing in your pants in my cunt?"