15 comments/ 379861 views/ 26 favorites A Boy Grows Up By: HDTopper Here I was once again sequestered in my room, not allowed the association of humanity and of all times, on a beautiful late nineteen fifties New England summer evening. All agony was because that brat of a sister of mine set me up again, who had just turned sixteen and that I was eighteen. But unfortunately for me she was mom and dad's little sweetie whereas I tended to be a little rough around the edges. So obviously whenever a dispute arose her cute and sweet would always won out over my not so cute. That's why, even at my age, it seemed I always was the one to be relegated to their room. I realize today it is hard to fathom that someone of that age would have to suffer such childish punishments. But back in that day and age, when you were under mom and dad's roof, regardless of age, you were also under their thumb until you left home. We lived in west suburban Boston; an area that was jam-packed with double deck two family homes and so did my family, we lived in quite an average two family ourselves. Each if the two apartments normally had six rooms but ours also included a finished attic that my dad had converted into two additional bedrooms. Mine was the one that faced the back yard and the front one was my older brother's that was mostly vacant at that specific place in time because he had been drafted into the Army. On that particular Friday evening that I was grounded, my parents had company to keep them occupied so I decided to make the great escape. Out of the bedroom window I went onto the back porch roof and using the emergency fire escape rope ladder I climbed down to the first floor porch jumped onto the railing and off into the night with my pals. Knowing I was grounded for a week and not wanting to be dumb enough to get caught I decided to be home before eleven because that was the usual time my aunt and uncle normally left. That way I wouldn't be leaving myself vulnerable to any bed check the warden, mom may decide to conduct. So I hustled back at about ten-thirty, got onto the first floor porch and began to quietly make my climb to my attic room. I got to about the fourth or fifth rung of the rope ladder and just happened to glance toward the lighted window of the first floor apartments back bedroom. At the top three quarters of the window were drapes of some sort that were always tied back at the sides and the bottom two thirds were covered by accordion type shutters, those were almost always closed and you'd have to be seven feet tall to peek over them. But from my perch on the rope ladder I had a clear view over them and could see the entire bedroom. When I glanced in I dam near had heart failure, talk about perfect timing. I watched just as Mary dropped her uniform blouse to the floor and stepped out of shapeless uniform skirt. Mary was late thirties and the daughter of an elderly couple that rented the first floor apartment from my dad. Both her mother and father were in poor health and Mary like many women of her day remained single to care for them. Mary was a to most people's eyes a plain Jane, but to me I knew that beyond that uniform she wore was very attractive woman that dressed to hide her looks. Each day she wore the exact same outfit because she was the manager of a famous chocolate store chain. But I was observant enough even then to notice that an extremely shapely body was hidden beneath that false façade. But when I said something like that to the guys I hung with the laughed and called her a wrinkled up spinster. Tonight, before my adoring eyes was the living proof of my assumption, she was breathtaking Mary stood there in only her underwear. Her plain Jane candy store uniform now little more than a heap of cloth on her bed, as she stood there apparently looking at herself in her dresser mirror. All she had on her gorgeous body was her bra, white silky granny panties, as they call them today, and a white garter belt that held up those white nurse type stockings that were part of her uniform. Sitting at her dressing table Mary let down her thick wavy hair that reached well beyond mid back, and began to give it what I hoped was going to be the proverbial hundred strokes thought to be good for your hair, but more importantly caused her breast to shudder with her motions. I didn't want to miss the rest of the strip show that I hoped was yet to come but I had to be sure I could stay for the entire display. So I scampered up the rope ladder and into my bedroom. I took off my shirt and jeans, put on my robe and slippers and went down stairs as if I going to the kitchen to get a coke. I smiled like an angel making very, very sure to greet my aunt and uncle warmly before heading to the refrigerator. Using my brain assured me that mom would be thinking I was a good boy and most likely wouldn't be checking on me now. So I flew up the stairs back into my jeans and pullover, then back down the ladder, this time with my Boy Scout binoculars. I took a position behind the corner post that held up the porches and behind some of her laundry she had hanging out, I was sure this way I remained unseen. Once again I arrived in perfect timing, I watched her finish brushing her hair, swung the chair around facing in my direction as she crossed one leg over the other and began to roll down her stockings before standing to remove her garter belt. With my powerful boy scout binoculars as she crossed her legs and uncrossed her legs rolling down her stockings I had such a clear view that I could count the hairs that poked out of the sides of her panties. I could even see the outline of her pussy lips as the panties moved across them with her movements making me wish I could hold on and jerk off at the same time. Once the stockings were laid across her bed, Mary stood removed her garter belt, reached behind her back to unhook her bra. My eyes hurt from their unblinking stare as she let her bra fall down her arms and onto the dress and stockings that were piled on her bed. There before me were two of the most perfectly formed breasts I had ever seen, I was sure that they were carved by none other than Leonardo himself. They were beautiful, not overly large but firm and perfectly conical in shape. They had large tan areolas that were enhanced by the enormous puffy protrusions that were her nipples. Honestly I had seen very few, but teen pervert that I was an expert on every porno magazine that I could get my dirty hands on, but none had ever displayed a pair this perfect. And with Mary's on a display my heart was beating a million miles an hour then she almost caused a brain hemorrhage as she sort of bent forward twisting her upper body this way and that, up and down, back and forth for a few minutes. It was obvious that she was trying to stretch out some kinks in her back but what a show. Then she donned her robe synched it tightly; slipped into her slippers and left the room turning out the light, show over. I scaled the ladder folding it correctly putting it into its storage box just inside the window so no one would be the wiser, particularly dad who checked the thing for safety frequently. I threw off my cloths, jumped between the sheets and took my current problem in hand and stroked to the pleasure of the recent visions. Once I relieved the pressure a second time, I put on my robe and headed for the bathroom. After I relieved myself I flushed and noticed that the water pressure was low. The only time that happened was when someone downstairs was showering. I realized now that in the future I should jerk off only once and then climb back down to the window for when she returned. * Chapter II After that first night watching Mary I realized that her store closed at nine-thirty on Fridays that is why I caught the show at almost eleven pm. From then on I was there every Friday night alone with out fail, I at least had the sense to tell no one about my private show until decades later in this story. I watched her each Friday over the next several months and the show was without fail identical to the first night and I also learned that she always put on an old granny type nightdress after her shower so there was no sense coming back for more. That is until sometime in October, that night after she dropped her bra onto the bed, she sat back down in her chair still facing toward window and me. Mary started to pull and tease her already giant nipples, massaged her breasts wetting her fingertips in her mouth over and over and each time she did that it seemed to become more and more sensual. I couldn't resist, as I watched I dropped the binoculars, pulled out old Willy grabbed him behind his neck and beat him until he threw up all over the railing. My explosion was so massive it was everywhere I even painted my shoes. As I exploded I looked down and watched my ejaculate eject and spray all over the place. In doing so I never saw her stand and leave the room until a flash of her turning off the lights caught my eye. The next Friday I went into panic mode, as I climbed onto the porch railing I saw Mary standing at the window closing those very drapes that had never been closed before. Worst of all I swear she looked in my direction. Although we didn't make eye contact I still had a sense of foreboding. It went that way for a few weeks; drapes always closed and finally I stopped trying knowing in my heart I had been caught. I was scared to death that she'd tell my mom or worse yet my dad. All stayed quiet until a few weeks before the Thanksgiving Holiday; Thanksgiving was a holiday when I generally worked for Mary after school. My job at the candy store was to handle the rush and regular postal delivery packages of chocolates that men mailed to their wives and lovers. I would process them, put them in mailers the take them to the post office. I also was responsible for going in one weekend before each big holiday rush to help break down, wash and sterilize the candy display cases before the girls would restocked them the very next day in preparation for the holiday rush. Normally I would go in on a Sunday before the holiday when they were closed, so that I could breakdown the displays and clean them undisturbed by customers, then on Monday morning the sales girls would restock and set up the specific holiday displays. But late one Monday afternoon just prior to Thanksgiving I came home early for some reason from hanging out with my pals. I remember hoping for an early supper because I was starved, but my appetite died an instant death when I walked through the back door. There in our kitchen I found Mary sitting at the table drinking coffee and having what appeared from their looked at me a serious conversation. Seeing her there and the looks I got scared me right out of my BVD's so I politely said my hellos and made a mad dash for the sanctity of my attic bedroom, I definitely wanted no part of this chat. "Hey young man" my mother yelled, "Mary and I were having a conversation and it has to do with you, so get yourself right back over here." Ooh my God, the Bitch squealed, life as I knew it was about to end, there was nothing left to do except to get everyone ready for my wake. Let's face it, I was surely going to die at the hands of my father's and most likely in the proverbial sunrise ceremony. Looking me dead in the eye and smiling in a way I knew meant trouble Mary said, "You and I have a major problem here that needs to be corrected immediately." As Mary spoke I could feel my heart fluttered and my temples throbbed as I became short of breath, I considered myself a tough kid but I was seconds from crying like a baby. "You see," she said as she displayed an enormous I've got you by the balls smile, "we are going to need you at the store earlier than usual for breakdown. Unfortunately it will have to be Friday night not Sunday as usual but your mother said its fine with her. So don't make any plans because we'll be busy quite late into the night and definitely will be there well after midnight, okay?" What could I say? I caught my breath and composure but her stare and evil grin told me that this reprieve was only a temporary. But this coming Friday I would pay for my sins I still was doomed and I knew by her body language that I had only five more days of life as I knew it. What frightened me the most was how was she going to do it. I knew by her smile she was going to make me suffer, but how. What evil plan did she have and was there going to be accomplice to help her bring me down? * Chapter III Friday night came much too soon for my feelings but I decided to get it over with I was going to face the music as they say, my only hope was considering she hadn't told my parents maybe I could serve my punishment with out them finding out. I arrived at the store early at about eight-twenty, ten minutes before time. I was greeted quite normally and given the normal list of chores that needed to be taken care of first. As I tended to my chores I became relaxed and time flew by so quickly that before I knew it the store was closed. The sales girls were putting all the chocolate display trays in the walk-in cooler and I was just about done with the initial list of chores I was given. "Ladies when you have all the trays put away, please remove and wash the glass shelves but don't put them back, Doug will do that when he finishes washing out the display cases. Ooh and when your done with the shelves you can go, see you all early tomorrow," Mary said before returning to her office. The girls did the shelves and I began to wash and disinfect the display cases. I was so engrossed in my chores that I had no conception of time. The sales girls had long since finished their chores, stacked the clean glass shelves behind each of the cases and left for the evening. Just as I was getting ready to put the shelves back into the last display I saw Mary standing in the backroom doorway leaning against the casing watching me. "When you finish that last case I want you to damp mop the floor from the front door and work your way back here as you do, okay?" She said with a smile. "Yes Mary," I responded. As I mopped I began to feel that things were not bad at all, Mary hadn't said a word and suddenly seemed quite normal. I finally finished out front and made my way over the threshold and once in the backroom I immediately rinsed the mop and bucket and returned them to their proper place. Then as I got ready to leave I looked up to find Mary standing there staring into my eyes. Unlike the rest of the evening Mary's friendly business face had disappeared and I was confronted with a stern almost angry leer that made me tremble in fear. With no forewarning her voice took on an entirely new tone that only added to my apprehension. "Now that you've completed your chores Douglas, I believe we should go to my office, besides you already know we have something to discuss, DON'T YOU?" I didn't answer her; I think I just stood there like a jerk looking down at the floor. One thing I do know for sure is I never had the courage to answer her or look her in the eye, because immediately after speaking Mary stepped in front of me, raised my face making eye contact and asked once again as she pointed toward her office door, "DON'T YOU?" Again I didn't answer but walked like a man on the way to the gallows toward her open office door. Entering I just stood there like a scolded child awaiting his mother's wrath. Mary entered behind me closing the door with a loud bang as she moved toward me. She walked around and stood directly in front of me, then paced back and forth a few times, I am fairly certain looking for the right first words before she actually spoke to me. As I stood there in silence I was becoming more and more afraid as each second ticked away. Finally Mary walked behind the desk, opened her top drawer took out a crumbled up piece of white cloth and walked back to me. She grabbed my right hand and put the cloth in my hand then stepped back and asked me, "do you know what that is Douglas?" First of all no one ever called me Douglas unless I was in deep shit and the tone of her voice had a stench that made it feel like the moments of life were rapidly approaching. "Well I asked you a question young man, do you know what that is in your hand?" Instantly my mind shifted to the cloth and I could feel the soft silky texture it felt so nice so very feminine, as yes as I looked down I knew. "It, it's a bra," I responded." "Yes, yes that's partially right, but it's more than just a bra what else is it Douglas? I held the bra out in front of me and stretched it out between both hands and looked it over before saying, "it's a lace top bra." "Don't be stupid Douglas, it's more that and you know it,' she bellowed as she took it from me and spread it neatly out on her deck top, "maybe this will help." Mary then reached back into her drawer and pulled another balled-up white cloth also placing it into my hand saying, "now tell me does this help you?" I opened my palm and before my eyes was what I instantly recognized as Mary's panties. Not only because it matched the bra I had seen on her many times but the gusset of these panties was still warm and damp. But I surely didn't have the balls to say that or bring them to my nose and smell them like I wanted to. So I just shrugged my shoulders acting dumb and said what all teenagers say, "I don't know." "Well mister wise guy what your holding is the underwear of a particular woman have you ever seen them before? You may have because they are the personals of a woman that has been violated by an evil little Peeping Tom. Anyway, what I need from you is a little help, you're my friend so you'll help me, won't you? I nodded affirmatively. "Good, yes very good, you see I have a dilemma and I need your advice. It's frightening to be spied upon and I am wondering what I should do. Do you think that I should turn this little criminal over to the police? What do you think, besides I the police and courts have programs at hospitals or places like that for those sick people, don't you think?" "Ooh of course there's there is his parents, what do you think, do you think they would know what to do? Or maybe better yet, maybe you have a good idea how to punish this criminal, now tell me Douglas what would you do?" I had a feeling my goose was cooked; she was laying it on so heavy I was scared to death. I mean here she was asking me to seal my own fate, to write my own demise. What is worse is that written words regardless of how eloquent could never be able of convening the chilling tone those words expressed by her lips and kissed my ears. After standing immobile and silent for a mere few seconds that seemed like agonizing hours to me. Mary stepped up to me almost nose to nose and said, "Maybe this criminal who violated my privacy would like to beg forgiveness. Do you think he would be man enough to accept a little punishment from me, do you think that's possible?" Knowing there absolutely no sense trying to lie my way out and getting myself n any deeper I confessed. "I'm sorry Mary, I didn't mean to hurt anyone, but I had never seen anything so beautiful before in my life and I couldn't help myself." Although I meant it, I figured a left-handed complement about her beauty wouldn't hurt, but Mary was to sharp for this teenage wordsmith. Mary slapped my face hard as she bellowed, "don't you give me your smart mouth complements they won't work on me all you wanted to do was see these," Mary screamed as she pulled her blouse free of her skirt and up over her luscious tits. I stood there and stared at her tits, I mean these were real tits and only inches from my nose. Aside from the groan that escaped my lips I also moaned to myself a sincere, "ooh so beautiful," not realizing that she heard me A Boy Grows Up Ch. 02 I suggest that you read part one first to understand the relationship CHAPTER I After breakfast I attended church with my parents then jumped on my bike and was knocking at the back door of the candy store in no time. When Mary opened the door I was pleasantly surprised to see her dressed quite unlike she normally was. Today there was no ugly shapeless uniform, Mary was wearing free flowing knee length pleated light blue skirt topped with a white blouse that knocked my eyes out. Her blouse buttoned up the front to the middle of her breasts then broke into an exaggerated V with a frilly edge that went from the center button up and around becoming a collar. The large V center was filled with pure alabaster cleavage that caused my mouth to water and my mind see multiple sexual scenarios simultaneously. But as I momentarily looked beyond her I could see all the cabinets and bins were open. I was crushed Mary really was taking inventory. I felt so stupid; hell I should have known it was too good to be true. Since that marvelous night Mary always kept her drapes closed and this is the first time I was even near her. You didn't need a degree or be a genius to figure it out, Mary had her fun, I ate her through a bunch of climaxes, she got me off and fed me my own come as more punishment and sent me packing. Ooh well at least the view wasn't bad; when we worked the top cabinets Mary had to stand on the ladder and of course I held it for safety as I logged in the inventory numbers. I had a great position as Mary would stretch this way and that my nose being even with her skirt hem made it possible to see her legs almost up to her panty line. Ah, but the under counter cabinets were by far the best. Mary had to get down on her knees and bend almost into the cabinet to count items on the lower shelves. When she did I could see all the way inside her blouse to where was tucked into her skirt waist. Mary had on what I guess you refer to as a demi-bra that had a transparent top lacy and the bra itself was so small that you easily could see her puffy nipples. Once the inventory was complete Mary and I locked up the storefront and went back into her office and organized the log sheets. Just as we finished Mary took a five-dollar bill and the backdoor key out of her purse and sent me up the street for two bottles of coke. When I got back and walked into her office I was so shocked I dropped one of the cokes. Luckily I picked it up unbroken but as I stood back up my eyes once again caught a vision beyond even my wild imagination. A black semi-transparent peignoir robe had replaced Mary's blouse and skirt. She was standing with one of the front edges of her robe clutched in her left hand and her hand was resting on her left hip. As she stood she leaned to the right with her right hand resting on her desk letting the robe fall wide open. The only other garments she wore were a tiny bra that left little to the imagination, a pair of panties that could only be described as a small piece of transparent gauze that had to be the forerunner of today's tiniest g-strings. And finally another minute thin strip of material made up the waistband of a garter belt that held up real black silk stockings. I stood there like a statue unmoving and most likely looking quite stupid clutching the two cokes so hard that I'm lucky the glass bottles didn't shatter. Mary she raised her hand and with her index finger beckoned for me to come to her. Almost robotically I walked forward until I was just inches from her, Mary took the cokes from me and set them on the desk as they clinked together. That was the first audible sound was either of us heard since I returned, ooh yes other than my initial gasp of total disbelief and exhilaration when my eyes first captured the vision that stood before me. That is until Mary murmured seductively do, you like it? I bought it just for you, I wanted you to see me in it, you like looking at me, don't you?" She then turned and strutted back and forth like a runway model finally stopping with her back toward me facing the credenza that was behind her desk. When she turned back towards me two glasses filled with ice filled her hands. She placed them on the desk, opened a drawer taking out a small bottle of rum. Mary added an inch or two to each glass, reached back in the drawer for the bottle opener, remember this was the fifties, then filled the rest of each glass with coke. Giving each of us a glass she suggested we have a toast and before she could say another word I raised my glass and said, "To the most beautiful, the sexiest and most desirable woman I have or will ever have the pleasure to see." Mary smiled, nodded then raised her glass to which we both drank. Mary reached out an ran the back of her hand gently across my cheeks as she smiled and asked, "do you remember what I taught you here in this office about pleasing a woman? I sort of shrugged my shoulders, then after a sudden brainstorm I smiled and nodded yes. Well I want you to come here to me and show me what you remember." With that Mary sat back in her chair and sort of gestured to the spot on the floor between her knees. I stepped forward, finished my drink in a single swallow and fell to my knees between hers. I bent forward and began raining kisses all over the silky skin above her stockings. I kissed and licked her flesh over and over from her stocking tops to her panties. Mary moaned in obvious pleasure and leaned back in her desk chair. As she reclined in the chair Mary spread her legs into an exaggerated V, giving me unrestricted access to her. While I was licking along the edge of her frilly panties I hatched my plan of attack; I smiled to myself thinking that I was going to make her remember today if it killed me. I started by running my tongue along the gussets edge where it met the firecracker hot flesh of her inner thigh. Back and forth along its edge I went with my tongue before I shifted to the other side, recreated the same intense teasing on her other thigh. Once in a while I would let my tongue slip under the panty edge just barely touching her labia. As I did I could sense her enjoyment by the sound of her raspy breathing, while at the same time her anguished moans let me know she suffered from the frustration of my teasing. Mary gave a gasp of relief when I slowly pulled her panties off, but she never seeing me put this once in a lifetime souvenir into my pocket. But her gasp of relief derived from the belief that I was going release her from this torturous teasing gave me great pleasure as she was falling into my trap. Immediately I began to work her inner thighs again slowly, agonizingly slowly for poor Mary. She would rock her hips in desperation, stretch and bend her legs in a futile attempt to force my lips and tongue directly onto her pulsing sex. Knowing her frustration and her desire fed my ego as I pressed on with my plan to drag this out until she was ready to scream and beg in frustration. When I finally let my tongue make full contact with her labia I made a single full-length swipe as I collected all her sweet nectar. I ended at her clit, which I had skinned back with my fingers and captured between my front teeth. I nibbled gently on the sensitive bud then I licked it softly. I nibbled, and licked, nibbled, and licked, repeating this again and again as I listened for the first time in my life to what would become my favorite music. In all the wonderful adventures I enjoyed with Mary she was foremost one of my greatest lovers but she also was my first and greatest tutor. Mary taught me to make a woman come big, first and often would over shadow any faux pas that was ever apparent in his skillfulness. She also taught me that a cock of gargantuan proportions would never over shadow raw talent. That tutelage Mary bestowed on me so early in my life formed the origin of my adoration of my favorite music as well as how I approached lovemaking. The music I refer to is none other than a woman's moans of pleasure, her pre-orgasmic verbal or physical expressions and of course witnessing her experience a colossal orgasm. My deliberate teasing of Mary that day was my first attempt at trying to extend the duration that a woman lay suspended helplessly on the brink of orgasm. As I continued to nibble and lick her totally inflamed clit I sensed the approach of her orgasmic explosion so I changed tactics. First I bit her inner thigh causing a second of pain taking her mind momentarily off her orgasm, and then began to once again take her back by softly licking the sides of her labia and teasing her still swollen clit. Mary's groan of despair resonated through the room like wolf's frightening howl deep in the forest at full moon. Mary's body only a moment before was rigid as an I-beam but now had fallen slack and lifeless in her chair, but her sensory nerves were still quite alive. I easily taken Mary down that same pre-orgasmic path three more times, each time I stopped her journey before she found utopia. Mary would have no more of it, "IF YOU STOP AGAIN I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU." Laughing to myself I realized that I had accomplished what I had planned and to continue any longer would be at least ungentlemanly and at worst torture. So I skinned her clitoral hood back and made steady gentle love to her clit's tip with the tip of my tongue. Moment's later Mary's legs shot straight out, slid onto my shoulders and began trying to crush my head like a grape. As Mary entered full-blown orgasm her reactions were so erotic to me that I came in my underwear without any external stimulation of any kind. CHAPTER II After a few minutes Mary's thighs relaxed and her feet fell back to the floor as she still gasped for air trying to once again breath involuntarily. But as relaxed and let herself become malleable again I leaned forward and began to slowly work my tongue along her inner thighs and on the sides of labia with steady and extremely light pressure. Mary remained unmoving and totally un-reactive to my ministrations, or at least that's what I thought until I heard, "ooh Doug, I don't think I could stand it again please don't." I suddenly had an enormous sense of raw power, a sense of control I had never felt over another human before. I loved the feeling, she had always been in control, but now during post orgasmic bliss she was too weak and powerless to stop me. I knew that if I could get her relaxed enough, I could take total control again. So I began to mercilessly tease her over her verbal protests I just repeated my previous successes. Success she showed me, not by her actions but reaction to what I had done and filed in my memory. In just a few minutes of ignoring her weak protests I was once again locked tight in the vice created by Mary's thighs as they attempted to crush my skull. And just like before she totally collapsed into her chair so I dropped my pants and boxers, leaned over her as she fought for her breath and whispered in her ear, "Mary can I, can, can I fuck you?" Mary responded between gasp of air with something that sounded like permission, I really couldn't say for sure, but I sure took it as more than permission in my mind it was a blatant invitation. So at any rate I drove my cock all the way into her in a single thrust. I pumped in and out of her like a man possessed and she just laid there a willing but seemingly inactive participant. Her inactivity made little difference to me because I had just given up virginity and I was gone anyway, I lasted but a dozen or so strokes before I exploded into her with such force I swear I didn't breath for over a minute. Then in shame I slid off her body onto my knees with my head resting on her thigh broken hearted. I was so ashamed; I had taken total possession of this grown adult woman like a real man with my lips and tongue, only to be show her the adolescent that I was. I had just come in her in little more than a few strokes. I fought the tears that truly wanted to flow freely from my eyes, but something in me said that I somehow had to maintain at least some shred of manliness, so crying wouldn't do. I felt Mary caress my head and run her fingers through my hair as she continued finally to take control of her breathing. Once in control Mary said, " ooh you sweet little bastard where did you ever learn to make a woman feel so wonderful. That was the most intense orgasm I think I have ever had, you know you are quite the lover for a young man. Looking up at her I cried out, "you mean that? But I, I came so fast when I did it." Mary laughed out aloud, but when she saw my face she said, "ooh silly I am not laughing at you I am laughing at the ridicules idea that you failed, I know lord you had to be super excited after what you did to me, any man, even an experienced one would not last long." "Your, your not just saying that, are you?" Mary laughed again, but for some reason the way she looked at me when she laughed made me smile back at her. "You are so sweet, besides any man can come to soon once and a while, its how they handle it afterwards that counts." "What do you mean?" "Well let me put it this way. To me the fact you came so quickly tonight means nothing after how you made me feel. But if it ever happens to you and your partner hasn't come yet you've got to be brave, swallow your pride then make her come too, get my drift?" "Huh?" With my obvious lack of understanding she continued, "Do you remember what I made you do after I sucked you off the last time?" "Uh huh, you made me swallow my stuff," I said wrinkling up my nose. "Was it that bad? It didn't make you sick or anything did it?" "Well no, I guess it wasn't that bad," I said laughing. "That was one of your first lessons, I was trying to teach you to be a real man. If you ever come too soon and your lady is left unsatisfied you have failed as a lover. But if you come too soon then slide between her legs and do what you did to me tonight you will be a lover any woman will want in her bed again and again, could you do that?" "I guess, yes I could do that." "Could you?" she asked with different tone in her voice, as she spread her legs, pointed to her pussy that was oozing gobs of come I recently deposited there, are you man enough?" I leaned toward her and stared at the mess oozing out of her, but at the same time her words "man enough" struck a nerve. Dam right I am I thought and dove into her pussy. "Ooh my God Doug, I didn't mean for you to prove it, you don't need to do that, besides please give me a break I can't take it again, I cannnn ooh." Huh attack my masculinity bitch, I thought. In that second I knew she would regret that "man enough" statement, so I attacked her clit, but this time with proven experience. Take it again she did, in mere moments she was lost again as I ate her out like the pro I was rapidly becoming. Not to mention that I had just swallowed my pride as she called it. I also learned wasn't all that bad and have never again hesitated to orally pleasure any lady in my life even if I had just fucked it. CHAPTER III The following Sunday afternoon my Dad and I were repairing our back yard shed and as I went in and out of the basement for tools I saw Mary down there doing laundry. The basement was divided directly down the middle lengthwise with each tenant having half. Mary had her washer and dryer just beyond the door to her basement area. We had ours in our apartment so my mother didn't have to lug laundry two flights. After my Dad and I were finished cleaning the tools and putting them away I was leaning in doorway to our basement area talking to him, when I glanced over towards Mary and could see her folding laundry that was just out of the dryer. When Mary would pick up some article of lingerie she would wave it at me, then sort of dramatically sniff it before sensually folding it on her breasts. Her whole act was an evil attempt at teasing the hell out of me and unfortunately for me it was working. Thankfully my father was so involved in what he was doing so he never caught on to what was transpiring between Mary and I. Mary had captured my attention whit her schoolgirl antics but it became far worse when my dick started getting hard and making that obvious lump in my jeans. But leave it to Mary, that bitch sure did know how to make me nuts. She pointed upstairs and with her hand mimicked jerking off, implying that's what I was going to do up in my room. When Dad finished and we were heading up to our apartment, as we passed her basement entrance the teasing bitch stepped out cut us off and began a conversation with my father. She was doing everything to make me crazy. As she talked to my Dad, she reached over and tousled my hair and told my dad how I was growing into a man. Worse yet she said, "you wouldn't believe how hard he works at the store, he a great help. In fact last Sunday he surprised me with how he took control of the work that needed to be done. He did it better than I could have imagined, yes he's quite a little man." Ooh and all the while she displayed her cute impish smile that she likes to use. I couldn't help it, but while she piled on all that crap it made me blush uncomfortably. When we finally got upstairs my father began laughing and said, "good lord son you've to learn how to accept a complement or two. Mary was just being nice and thanking you for your hard work, having a young man help her probably made her happy. Good Lord you were blushing, fidgeting and acting like a little school girl, be a man when someone like her complements you. Dam it son you look her in the eye and say thank you." I began laughing inside as I thought if he knew what kind of work did to make her happy he'd be blushing too. But then again him being my Dad, he might say boastfully, "that's the way to go boy, ah yes just like his Dad, a chip off the old block." Then on the other hand I thought you nasty wise-assed bitch I'll fix you, that's it I'll fuck your wise little ass that will teach you make a fool of me. Then just like the puppet she was trying to train and just as she predicted I went to up my room and freed old Willy from his confines and gave him a massage until he spit up his juice all over my belly and chest while I thought about playing with her frilly undies. After I came for some strange reason I was still felt unsatisfied. It seems her teasing always made me feel that way and after tasting real sex with her, simply jerking off regardless of how good the orgasm it was no longer enough. I got showered, dressed and headed out my parents thought. I wanted and need something more substantial so I headed back to the basement. I took the creaky old basement stairs quietly stepping in spots that I knew from experience wouldn't creak. Once at the bottom I peeked through the plain boards that divided the basement areas and saw Mary bending over the washer pulling out clothes and tossing them in the dryer. Thank technology for tennis shoes that were quiet as the proverbial church mouse because they allowed me to sneak right up behind her unheard and unseen. With one hand I reached out and covered her eyes and with the other I grasped her around the waist pulling her lightly clad ass against my already hard cock. Mary gasped with her initial shock but somehow knowing who it was she relaxed and rubbed her ass against my cock. As I deepened my voice and spoke, "Have you ever been afraid of being raped lady?" "Huh, do you think that you're man enough to rape me buster?" I removed my hand from her eyes, put it at the back of her head and pushed her face so far down it was almost all the way into the washer. With my other I flipped her dress onto her back, unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Using the head of my cock I kept trying and eventually succeeded in pushing the gusset of her panties aside and by the time I accomplished that her pussy was so wet I easily slid into her warmth to the hilt. A Boy Grows Up Ch. 02 The fuck we had was quick, violent and animalistic with me filling her wanton pussy with sperm in record time. Totally spent I stepped back and leaned against the wall to catch my breath she stepped past me, looking up the stairway then closed the door. "You idiot always close the door when you rape a woman and make sure that she enjoys being raped too, you fool. You failed at both you useless little Peeping Tom Rapist." Then before I could react Mary grabbed me by the hair forced me to my knees on the floor, stepped free of her panties and said, "now you little pervert finish what you started, show me that you pay attention to your teacher." Then Mary dropped her come-laden pussy right on my mouth and let her dress fall over my head enveloping me underneath. I didn't have much of a choice nor did I want one, so I locked my mouth onto her glorious pussy and began sucking up our mixed juices. I went to work with gusto, trying to please my lady and devouring the tasty pussy that covered my mouth. I slithered my tongue inside and collected any residual nectar that I hadn't sucked out. Mary flowed like a faucet so I had to swallow; I did so enthusiastically before moving on to assault her clit. Mary was so hot she finally had to squelch herself by biting her wrist to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. Her orgasm hit so hard and sudden she was unable to stand and fell against the wall convulsing as a massive orgasm left her as weak as a newborn kitten. Finally gaining her composure she stopped me from continuing to lick up the nectar I was unable to collect during her orgasm. Mary dress off head then bent over to picking up her panties. She threw them into her laundry basket as she pulled me to my feet and kissed my nectar sodden lips. Then with a big smile she told me, "You better get out of here before you get caught. Do you know what the police would do to a nasty peeping-tom rapists like you?" I stood up and walked to the door, looked over my shoulder and said, "I imagine the same as they would do to a sex crazed woman that violently rapes a man's poor mouth." "Ooh and give me back my black panties. You're a sneaky little panty thief too." Then I left. Reader's comments and suggestions pro and con greatly appreciated. Part three; Mary's boyfriend catches us with my cock in her mouth. A Boy Grows Up As I stared in awe I could hear Mary's voice somewhere in the background ask me if that is this what I really wanted to see. I remember nodding affirmatively as She grasped my hair pulling my face forward and between her luscious breasts. I had found Eden because the only other place was heaven; I think I was still alive so it definitely had to be in Eden. I remember her placing her nipple on my lips and automatically without a word being spoken, I began to suckle gently. I ran my tongue around her luscious nipple as it grew right between my lips while I gently sucked on it as if I was a hungry nursing child. Mary held the back of my head and sort of petted me like I was her nursing infant at her nourishing teat. "That's it Douglas suckle at Aunt Mary's breast, be a good boy and maybe Aunt Mary will forgive you." Her voice had taken on a whole new dimension; she had never referred to herself as Aunt Mary ever. Besides her tone had another quality it had the tone of a mother talking to her nursing child. I felt awesome but somehow I sensed foreboding of something about to happen, then she confirmed my suspicions. "That's it you naughty baby suckle a little more then aunties going to have to spank her naughty little boy. I nursed at Mary's enormous nipples trying desperately not to explode in my pants, but it was becoming harder not to as Mary began to strip away our clothes. At the same time she moved towards her desk and back into her chair still holding my suckling mouth to her breast with one hand at the back of my head as we moved. By the time we reached her chair Mary's blouse was on the floor along with my shirt, my trousers were down around my ankles and my hard cock was sticking out of my boxers. "Take them it off baby, auntie wants you naked for your punishment you naughty boy." I kicked off my shoes and trousers in haste; in my mind I knew that Mary was going to punish me not with pain but by taking my virginity. I hurried, I couldn't wait but once I was naked she morphed back into that angry woman, Mary grabbed me by my hair, pulled me down across her lap and trapped my stiff cock between her thighs. With my bare ass was now elevated and exposed to the world I was still unprepared for the first open handed blow that met my upturned ass. Ooh God it stung, then a second, third and fourth. I was just about to fight her in order to get up but she changed tactics as her hand suddenly began a gentle slow lovingly massage over my inflamed ass cheeks. Ooh God did that feel awesome, so good in fact that I just became totally malleable. As Mary gently rubbed my ass legs and even inner thighs I molded my body to her lap as her gentle hand pressure made me spread legs wide for her. When I did I was rewarded with he gentle touch on my balls and felt a finger trace gently over my puckered anus. All the while my angrily erect cock was rubbing against her nylon-covered thighs, bringing me just seconds form a massive explosion. As my cock began throbbing in its final approach to an explosion that would send semen splashing all over her white stockings five more violent smacks rained down upon my already sensitive ass. Only to be followed once again with her gentle erotic touch. This went on through three or four cycles before she pushed me to the floor, stepped free of her skirt leaving her dressed in only garter belt and stockings. Mary moved back into her chair grabbed me by my ears and pulled my face into her sopping wet pussy. All she said was, "lick until I tell you to stop you naughty boy" And lick I did, occasionally I got instructions from her as I underwent a personally tutored class in the art of eating pussy. My time in pussy 101 was the basis of a life long avocation that although long since personalized and refined I lovingly still practice today. Mary made me take her non-stop through three orgasms and along the way she teaching me the proper way to make love to a woman's pussy. I learned how to use different amounts of pressure on the tip of her clit for different effects. She gave me the necessary acquired taste of feminine nectar. While teaching me how to lick and suck up all a woman's exuding nectar so that she remained comfortable and not sitting in puddles of moisture that might collect in her ass. Most important she showed me how to use my lips and tongue as extensions of my body for the sole purpose of giving a woman pleasure. As Mary crashed through her third orgasm of the evening she pushed me onto my back on her desk and swallowed my cock to the root in a single move. Seconds later my sperm gushed into her mouth in four or five massive explosions. As I lay there in the after glow of that momentous experience Mary kissed me on the lips and before I knew what was happening I had swallowed the bulk of my own ejaculation. * Chapter IV Mary had me get dressed and sent me home, it was about eleven-thirty when I got home, of course my mother was there to greet me, as great moms always seem do, to see if I needed anything but I assured her that all was fine and I headed for my bedroom. I went to my brother's front bedroom window and watched for Mary to get home. She arrived not long after me so I rushed to my bedroom and out the window and down to my personal outdoor theater on my trusty rope ladder. Once in position on the first floor railing I got there just as the bedroom light came on and I noticed that the drapes were closed. But as I began walking across the rail heading for the rope ladder a new brighter light caught my eye. There stood Mary tossing back and securing in place her drapes as she stared directly into my eyes. We looked at each other for a few awkward moments then Mary turned her back to me and walked toward her dressing table while unbuttoning her blouse. With her back still towards me she picked on of those preprinted white candy store bags that was on her dressing table. Reaching in she pulled out her bra tossing it over her shoulder and onto her bed. Reached back in again she began removing a stocking, then another, then her garter belt before finally her pulling out her panties. As each item after her bra had come out of the bag she shook them out then brought them to her face as though she teased me by kissing or sniffing them before tossing each of them over her shoulder with aplomb. Keeping her back to me as she went through that act she watched her own erotic actions in the mirror all while we never lost eye contact. I assume she was reading my reactions to her blatant tease through the dressing table mirror as she smiled at my frustration. I know now that she realized that she had me frozen in place, I was nothing more than her puppet audience willing to pay any admission fee to see her show. So when she slowly began to remove her already unbuttoned blouse I am sure she knew that my heart was struggling to beat itself right out oh my chest. Mary turned toward me and laid the garment against her chest covering her perfect breasts as she slowly folded it before neatly and placing it on the foot of her bed. Turning back toward the mirror Mary began to massage her nipples making them grow even larger as they became fully erect. I walked along the railing top I got so close to the window that by leaning forward I could almost put my nose against the window. Mary never stopped she continued to massage her nipples while she stared at me through the mirror smiling at my obvious desire. Looking into the mirror Mary let go of her nipples dropped her hands to her lower back and blew a big over exaggerated kiss into the mirror. Reaching for the hooks and zipper she let her skirt fall into a heap at her ankles. With her back turned toward me, bent over picking up her skirt displaying an ass that caused me to dribble a little sperm into my boxers totally unaided. Stepping free of it she lifted it up against her body hiding it all of her assets from my eyes as she had done to her breasts with the smaller blouse. Then slowly, ooh so agonizingly slow, Mary neatly folded her skirt against her naked body teasing me even more by hiding all the specific attributes I really wanted to see. Once done she gently laid the skirt on the bed, picked up her housecoat and slipping it on. Once her robe was on, Mary held it open for a moment or so letting me savor a last look, before synching the belt, throwing me a kiss, turning off the lights and leaving the room. I was a wreck; I needed to jerk-off before I exploded so I was up that ladder in seconds. For the next week or so she avoided me. The drapes remained closed and it was apparent Mary had, had her fun. She had accomplished what she wanted; she scared me within an inch of my life and then turned it into a play day for herself but was all over now. That is until one Sunday morning while having breakfast my mother told me that poor Mary had told her that she was going to be working on this beautiful day doing inventory and could use my help, if I wanted to work at the store after church. Of course I said yes and my mother smiled at my newfound sense of charity and responsibility. How appropriate for me to help POOR Mary after church, if mom only new. TO BE CONTINUED. * Readers comments and suggestions pro and con greatly appreciated.