8 comments/ 288564 views/ 17 favorites Mrs. Johanson By: fntcwriter I'd watched Mrs. Johanson, our neighbor's wife, since I was eleven. When I was eighteen, I was still in high school. I wouldn't graduate until June, and had 3 months left to go. During the seven years since that time I had watched Mrs. Johanson, a lot had changed. My folks had gotten divorced. (That was hard, mostly because of the fighting that happened before my dad moved out.) And Mr. and Mrs. Johanson had had their share of fights, too. But, they didn't separate. He had left for about 5 months a few years ago, during which time my teenage lust went crazy over the woman next door. My dad was gone, and my mom knew how hard it could be to suddenly be a woman alone, so she had me go over and help Mrs. Johanson with things like yard work and so on. Mrs. Johanson was grateful to me, appreciative of the effort. She had no idea how much I was pleased to have the opportunity to see her alone! I'd go over and she'd still sunbathe. (Though, never topless while I was around. I'd sneak up into the old treehouse every now and then and watch. It was harder when I was older, but I still got off every time.)I also found out by accident that, from our roof on the side between the houses, I could see into the Johanson's bedroom window. I was doing some repairs with my dad when I found out, but didn't put that knowledge to good use until about a year later. I'd go out there and watch at night as Mrs. Johanson would get ready for bed. Or come out of the shower and dress, or change her clothes. The best night was the time Mr. Johanson was away, and she was in bed watching porn off the satellite tv in their room. I watched her play with her massive breasts and masturbate, while I jerked off watching in secret. Oh, how I wished I could do more than watch her! My wish came true a few weeks ago... Mr. Johanson was going away for business for about three weeks. So, my mom asked me to make sure and check in on Mrs. Johanson, "Emily", to see if there was anything I could do for her. I was all too glad to agree! Anyhow, Mrs. Johanson had me working in their back yard, trimming the hedges and weeding and so on. I was working hard, my shirt off because it was a warm southern California day, when Mrs. Johanson, Emily, came out with some lemonade. I took it gratefully, and noticed that Mrs. Johanson's nipples were sticking out through her top. I assumed it was cold in the house, but I did enjoy the view. She must have noticed me noticing because she blushed slightly. Our fingers touched as I handed her back the glass. "Thank you, Mrs. Johanson," I said. "Please, Emily, Jack. Call me 'Emily.' 'Mrs. Johanson' makes me sound so old..." "Well, alright, Emily," I replied with a smile. "But there's no way you seem old to me." She blushed again at the compliment, and kind of looked absently at the glass in her hand for a moment before brushing her hair away from her face and smiling back. "Thank you, Jack! That's very sweet of you to say..." I meant it. At thirty-something, maybe even early forty-ish, Mrs. Johanson was a knockout. I longed to take those huge tits of hers in my mouth and suck like crazy! And her wide hips, and her legs - I wanted to jerk off as a form of goddess worship, offering up my sticky seed to her, if she'd let me. "Not at all, Mrs. - Emily. You're quite a hottie, if you don't mind me saying so." Again, that girlish blush. "Oh, Jack... You must have a girlfriend or two, don't you?" She looked at me with a strange glint in her eye. Almost jealous? "No - not really. I mean, yeah, I've gone out with a couple of girls from school. But, nothing serious. Nothing lasted more than a couple of months." Besides, I thought to myself, you've been my secret desire for years... Forget these teenage girls. Yeah, they looked great, some of them. But brainless. Still figuring things out. "Well, I'm sure you have no trouble with women," Mrs. Johanson said and took the glass away. I noticed that she paused and looked back before going in the house. I finished the work I had and waited around outside. Usually, Mrs. Johanson would have come out by now to sunbathe or swim. Today, she had something else in mind... I let myself in the sliding door. The house was pleasantly cool, and it felt good to be out of the heat. "Mrs. Johanson?" I called quietly. "Emily?" I heard a sound from the back rooms, from the direction of the bedroom. My pulse picking up, I crept back softly. The bedroom door was ajar, and I stopped outside, looking through the crack in the door. "Emily?" I asked again. My throat felt tight and I was nervous and excited at the same time. I heard a low moan from the bathroom. Sneaking over, Mrs. Johanson had left the bathroom door open, and I could see her in the bathtub/shower from their huge mirror. She was standing in the shower, running the shower massager over her mound, as I watched. I was in heaven! Her eyes were closed, and she must not have heard me come in. My cock sprang to attention immediately. "Do I dare?" I asked myself. I watched as I debated. Mrs. Johanson had one hand down, pulling her pussy lips apart, and then focused the massager on her clit. She began biting her lip, and moaning low, like she was trying to hide the sound from someone. As she began to orgasm, she pressed the shower massager into her pussy while she held onto the top of the shower for support. As she finished, her eyes slowly opened, and I could see her seeing me in the reflection. "Oh shit!" I thought. I backed away. Not so much embarassed as confused about what to do. How would she handle my having watched her orgasm? Instead of getting upset, Mrs. Johanson decided to reward me instead... Pretending she hadn't noticed, Emily turned off the shower and stepped out. She began to towel herself off, humming softly to herself and admiring herself in the mirror. She pushed her boobs together, holding them up and checking herself out. Then she lowered her head and licked one of her nipples. I thought I saw her sneak a peek to see if I was still watching, and she smiled when she saw I was. Making a little noise, Mrs. Johanson readied herself to come out of the bathroom. I took that as a hint, and snuck back to the living room. A few minutes later, Mrs. Johanson came out, wrapped in a robe. "Oh, Jack! I didn't know you were there," she said with an odd smile. "I guess you're through with the yard." "Yeah," I said. "I was just wondering if you - uh - needed help with anything else?" I was really trying not to be a sleaze, and was sincere about it. But, well, I can't help it if she thought I was making a pass. Maybe I was, subconsciously. Mrs. Johanson smiled. There was an odd look in her eye. Hungry, but kind of nervous. I guess that was how I must have looked, too. "Jack," she said. "I could use you for something else..." My pulse quickened, and my dick began to bulge. "Oh? What's that, Mrs. - Emily?" She smiled and came over to me. She looked nervous, like we were on a first date and about to start making out - that kind of look. Taking my hand, she said, "I need your opinion about something." My opinion? "Y - yeah. Okay, sure, Emily." I swallowed. Her hand on mine felt warm, and I felt mine get sweaty. "Come with me," Emily said and pulled me along behind her. My dick was totally bulging in my shorts by the time we got to the bedroom. Mrs. Johanson paused a moment outside the door, knowing that crossing that threshhold might mean a lot of things. "Emily?" I asked gently. "I'd love to help..." That seemed to decide her. Gripping my hand tightly, Mrs. Johanson drew me into her bedroom and closed the door. "Jack," she said, beginning to open her robe. "I need to know - do you think I'm... pretty?" She turned to me, and revealed that she was wearing this one-piece, see-thru, black lace body suit straight out of Victoria's Secret. It had high, French cut waists, revealing much of her hips and most of her waist. Her breasts were only patrially concealed, the hardened nipples clearly visible through the fabric. I must have dropped my jaw, and stood there gawking. "Do you think I still look sexy?" she asked me, smiling at the obvious effect she had had on me. Looking down, she could see my bulge straining to get out of my shorts. "You know," she said, relaxing and enjoying my attentions, "In all these years you've come over to help me, you've never asked for anything in return." She licked her lips, and stepped close to me. I could smell the clean scent of her skin, and feel her breath on my face. Her hand drifted down, brushing my hard on through my shorts. I made a small moan, and Mrs. Johanson gasped slightly as she touched my bulge. We looked at each other. I was unsure just how far I could go. She seemed nervous that I might reject her. She had no idea how long I've wanted to do exactly this! "Would you be willing to accept a little thank you?" she asked, leaning closer to me. Her lips were almost touching my own. "Yes, Mrs. Jo - yes, Emily. I'd love it. In fact, I've been dreaming of that for years!" Emily smiled, her face seeming suddenly ten years younger at my admission. She kissed me, then, gently. It was one of those wonderful, tentative "first kiss" moments. The whole world seemed swallowed up by just that sensation, and the rush of blood to my penis. Emily's hand began to rub me through my shorts. I could feel her beautiful, full breasts against my chest, the lace scratching a little on my bare skin. I grabbed her ass as I pulled her closer, kissing her more fully. Mrs. Johanson broke the kiss, looking at me with eyes hungry, but unsure if this was really happening. "Mrs. Johanson," I said, my voice tight with desire, "I've wanted to fuck you since I was twelve and knew what fucking was!" Emily laughed, blushing. Her hand stroked my belly with just the tips, making me shiver with pleasure. "Really?" she asked. "Oh yeah," I said. Her hand slid down and popped the catch of my shorts. I gasped a little, loving every second. "I had my first orgasm watching you sunbathe." Her eyes smiled, and she blushed again. I reached up and gently, savoringly, caressed her left breast. I slipped my finger under the strap, and felt her wonderful, hard nipple. She moaned, leaning slightly against me, as I played with her. "You did?" she asked dreamily, giving herself to her pleasure. Her hand tugged my shirts down, and I kicked them off. I slipped off my boxers, too, and stood there letting her enjoy my hard dick between us. "Oh, Jack!" she sighed. Getting down on her knees in front of me, Emily caressed my cock, looking at it wonderingly. "You have grown up, haven't you?" She laughed lightly. "I have at that, Emily," I said. I wanted her. I wanted her bad! Now. "And I've dreamed of this for years," I said. Mrs. Johanson made a small moan and slid her lips over the head of my cock. I was in heaven! Looking down, I watched her as she sucked my dick. She began to work me like she hadn't had any sex in a while, hungry and forceful. I could see her beautiful breasts, and I reached down to play with them as she sucked me off. I pulled the straps off her shoulders, and Emily paused giving me head just long enough to slip her arms out of them. Her breasts were large enough that the body-suit didn't fall off right away. "Mrs. Johanson? Please - I want to... I have so wanted to... cum... on your beautiful breasts. May I? Please?" Emily seemed flattered, and pulled the suit away. It slid down the front of her body, and I could see her cleavage exposed, and her tits just ready for fucking. "Of course, Jack," she said huskily. "I want you to..." Oh fuucckk - yeah! Jerking me with her hand, Emily sucked my cock and stroked me until I was about ready to cum. "Please, Mrs. Johanson! Please! I want to... I want to..." "Cum on me, Jack!" she told me. She jerked me hard and fast and I came. "Oh yeah - that's it! Cum on me, Jack! Cum all over my tits! That's it!" she crooned as I jizzed all over her huge breasts. Emily milked my cock, getting every drop out onto her throat, neck, and tits. Then she rubbed my dick against her face. She rubbed my cum into her skin as I stood there, panting. "My, my, Jack! Such a messy boy!" she said with a smile. I reached down and tweaked a nipple, causing Emily to moan. It hardened immediately. "Oh, fuck, yeah... Mrs. Johanson," I sighed. Emily stood, letting her body suit slip down her legs. I saw her completely naked, her beautiful body just asking to be worshipped in every way imaginable. "You're fucking beautiful," I said. Emily smiled, pleased. "Really? Do you really think so, Jack?" "Oh, fuck, yes, Emily. Fuck yes!" Emily laughed, a deep, throaty laugh. "I'm glad you think so. I'm very gald to hear it!" I stepped to her, no longer caring about consequences. "I want you, Emily! I want to fuck you. I want to make love to you, all day long." I kissed her, hard. She resisted a little, at first, but soon was returning my hungry kisses. I could smell her wetness, and feel the heat of her against my thigh. My cock pressed aginst her belly, her hard nipples against the bare skin of my chest, and I pushed her onto the bed. "Jack!" she said with lust-filled delight. "I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Johanson, like I have always dreamed!" I growled and crawled on top of her. Her boobs fell awkwardly to each side, and I straddled her stomach. "I'm going to fuck you, Emily," I said, looking intently into her eyes. Emily went quiet, giving herself into my hands, acquiescent to my desires. Emily pressed her breasts together, and I slid my dick between them. Back and forth, I fucked them. It was better than I had imagined! "Here, let me help," Mrs. Johanson said, scooting up so she could tilt her head up and catch the tip of my dick with her mouth at the end of each forward thrust. I was fucking her tits and getting head at the same time! "Mmmmm!" I moaned and kept doing that for a few minutes. But what I really wanted was further down... Slipping my cock from her tits, I slid down Emily's body until my dick was between her legs. She opened them wider, her eyes on mine, as I slid my cock into her wet pussy. Oh fuck, did she feel good! Hot and wet. I bent my head and sucked on her massive breasts, taking her nipples between my lips and flicking them with my tongue. Mrs. Johanson seemed to enjoy it, tossing her head and moaning, meeting my thrusts with her own. "Oh please, Jack," she moaned. "Keep it up! I'm going to cum - just keep sucking on my tits!" So, she liked that, eh? I happily obliged. I thrust faster, ready and wanting to cum inside her pussy as hard and deep as I possibly could. As I readied for orgasm, I nearly bit her nipples, tweaking them with my lips as I shot my seed inside her. "Ooooh yessss..." I groaned. Emily bucked and pulled me tighter, crushing my face against her breasts. "Oh, oh, oh," she made short little gasps of pleasure. I pulsed my cock inside her, expelling as much cum as I could. Mrs. Johanson cried. She hugged me aginst her, and I felt her sob. "Mrs. Johanson? Emily?" I asked, suddenly concerned. She laughed, and smiled awkwardly, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes. "Thank you, Jack!" she whispered, squeezing me and wrapping her legs around my waist, not letting me slide from her just yet. "You made me feel so young, again! And beautiful..." "Mrs. Jo - Emily - you are beautiful! And so incredibly sexy! Shit, thank you for making my dreams come true!" She kissed me, and I kissed her back. The phone rang, breaking the moment. Reality flooded back in. Was it Mr. Johanson? Emily slid from me, half rolling on her side, as she reached for the phone by the bed. I enjoyed the view of her body stretched out, her beautiful huge breasts falling in front of her, her ass, so shapely, just begging to be fucked from behind. "Hello? Oh, hello, Nancy." It was my mother. "Oh, yes - yes, Jack's finished with the yard." My dick got hard again from the sight of Emily's body, and I pushed my cock against her ass, making her giggle. "What's that? Oh - uhm - well, you see - actually, I'm going to take him out to eat. Is that alright?" Mrs. Johanson reached back to stop me from tickling her with my cock. But she kept her hand wrapped around it, enjoying its hardness, as she spoke to my mom. "I wanted to thank him for all he's done for me, over the years..." she gave my dick a playfull squeeze. "Great! I won't keep him late, I promise! I mean what would people say?" she laughed, and then hung up the phone. Rolling onto her back, continuing to stroke my cock, she gazed at me with a playfull grin. "So, I guess we have the rest of the afternoon," she smiled seductivley. "Whatever shall we do with all the time?" "I have an idea," I smiled and lowered myself down upon her again, kissing her passionately. End Part One Mrs. Johanson Ch. 02 We didn't go out to eat. I ate her out, she sucked my cock and swallowed me down, but we stayed in bed the rest of the afternoon. I was in heaven! The woman of my fantasies was here with me for real - letting me suck her tits, fuck her hot pussy, eat her out, and cum on her, in her, with her. She was a hungry bitch, and I was a fucking horny bastard. Emily couldn't seem to get enough of my cock. I was all too happy to give her all I had, and enjoy everything she wanted to do to me. "Jack," she sighed as we lay in bed, running her fingers up and down my spine. I was curled against her magnificent body, my cock still slick with cum and pussy, waiting for things to fire up again and make some more loving. "It's been so long..." For me, too. Well, I mean, having wanted her for most of my life. "Mr. Johanson and I - we haven't - made love - in quite a while..." "I'm sorry to hear that, Emily," I mumbled. I was feeling too good to feel jealous. I mean, he was her husband after all. She hugged me and kissed my forehead. "Oh, I've needed a good fuck for so long!" she sighed and laughed. It was great to hear her laugh. Plus it made her breasts jiggle, and I enjoyed that. Leaning up, I took one nipple in my mouth and began to suck on it, feeling her harden, enjoying her little gasps of pleasure when I flicked it with my tongue. "Oh, Jack... That feels so good!" She began to writhe as I kept it up. I could feel her pussy grow hot, then wet, against my thigh. I ground it into her while I sucked her tits mercilessly. She loved it, even when I got very aggressive. Finally, she grasped me close as she shuddered, having an orgasm. I just held her until it was through. "Oh - Oh, Jack... Oh my dear, sweet Jack..." she moaned and kissed me over and over. I kissed her back, kissing more passionately, until my cock was hard and slapping against her thigh again. I wanted to fuck her, hard. But Emily seemed to love sucking me off this afternoon. Rolling me over onto my back, she slid down, her boobs sliding over my cock before her wet, hungry lips engulfed me. It was my turn to moan and writhe as Mrs. Johanson's tongue swirled around my cock, and she sucked me deeply. I was blown away by how deep she'd take me into her throat. I mean, I was fucking slipping down her throat with my cock as she went down on me! "Mmmm - mmm - mmmm," her moans vibrated inside my cock deliciously, and I groaned with pleasure. "Oh, fuck, Emily! I'm gonna' cum... I'm gonna' cum, again!" Slipping her mouth off with an audible "pop", Mrs. Johanson said "Good!" in a husky voice. "Cum in my mouth, Jack. I want it! I want it so bad!" So said she engulfed me with her lips, deep throating me again. "Ah fuuuuckkk!" I came, shooting off in her mouth. Mrs. Johanson expertly tightened her lips, not letting any of my jizz escape her hungry mouth. Swallowing it down, she licked me clean, driving me crazy while her tongue explored the split in the head of my cock. "Mmmmm! Wonderful, Jack! Wonderful!" she said with a throaty, goo-filled mouth. I lay there, catching my breath, basking in the pleasure this woman had just given me. Again. "Fuck, Mrs. Johanson..." "Uh - Emily, please, Jack." I smiled wickedly down at her. "I don't know... 'Mrs. Johanson' makes it feel so - dirty. Forbidden. And that's much more exciting..." I said. She crawled up my body, kissing everything as she went, until she lay pressed on top of me. "Well, when you put it that way..." she said as she kissed me. I could taste my own cum from her mouth. We reeked of sex - my cum, her pussy. It was like the greatest cologne ever. "You don't mind kissing me after I've... just made you cum?" she asked, curious. "No. Why should I? You seem to enjoy it. I much prefer how you taste and smell, however," I answered as I slipped a finger down and into her pussy. Emily giggled, resting her head against me as she enjoyed my diddling finger. "I do love it, Jack. I didn't realize how much I missed - the taste of cum. Until now, that is." I smiled and kissed her on the top of her head. It was cool to get a glimpse of the Mrs. Johanson when she was young and sexual, the way she must have been when she met Mr. Johanson. I felt a twinge of jealousy, stupid as that may sound. I thought of something else. "Mrs. Johanson - Emily - how come you don't have any kids of your own?" Emily looked up at me, puzzled. "Why, Jack - that's an odd question to ask at a time like this." I was confused. "Oh - sorry. I don't mean because you're old enough to be my mom or anything. Fuck - I don't care about your age, Emily! I've wanted you like this for fucking forever! Just, curious is all." She watched me a moment, taking in what I said. Then, with a smile, she crawled up higher so we could kiss. "Thank you, Jack, for reminding me you still think I'm sexy." I grabbed her ass, hard, and said, "I know, Mrs. Johanson, not think. I know you're damn sexy. So damn sexy, I can't think of anyone I'd rather fuck. Ever." She laughed and hugged me tight. "Well, just so you know," Emily said, cuddling up against me. Her hand raced my chest and belly, her finger playing with the goo that was stuck in my hair. "I can't have children. So, its perfectly alright for us to have unprotected sex. Provided," she paused, looking at me seriously, "Provided you don't have any diseases or anything?" It was a little late to worry, but I told her I was clean. I could feel her relax, and she drew one thigh up over mine, reaching down to cradle my flaccid dick. Lucky guy was getting one hell of a workout! I wanted to be honest with her, especially now that things had gone the way they had. "Mrs. Johanson... I've been so in love with you for so long..." Emily smiled worriedly, and asked, "Love? Or in lust with?" I shook my head, taking her hand and running my fingers along the back of hers. "Well, lust, certainly. But, well, in love, too, to be honest. I mean, the few girls I've gone out with... I always wanted them - wanted them to be you. Like you. Oh hell..." I blushed. Mrs. Johanson smiled, and her eyes shone. "It's okay, Jack. That's - that's very sweet of you to tell me. In fact, it's both touching and making me incredibly wet. Again!" We both laughed. "I'm going to tell you something," she said, playing with my fingers now, like I had done with hers. "I'm a very - sexual - person. These past few years have been - very hard. Mr. Johanson, well - he's not been in love with me for a while..." I started to speak, but Emily stopped me gently. "I'm not going to go into all the reasons why. Suffice it to say, Mr. Johanson has some health issues that have made it difficult for him to... give me what I need. So, I've had to - rely on myself - for a while now." I remembered watching her masturbate through her bedroom window, and gave her a squeeze. "Emily - shit! I've had to 'rely on myself' for years, too!" We both laughed, and she snuggled close to me. "Tell me about that," she said. "Tell me what you've fantasized about." "You mean, besides you?" I asked with a grin. "Yes. Well, as well as me. I want to hear everything that turns you on." This was incredible! I was falling more in love with Mrs. Johanson every minute. "Well, I love your big breasts..." "My tits? Yes?" she said and moved her hands up to juggle them. She pulled on her nipples, watching my reaction. I stared, enjoying it for a moment. "Oh, yeah..." I said. "And your waist, and legs, and ass..." Emily pressed her body against mine, trying to let my body feel as much of her as possible. She took one of my hands and placed it on her breast, massaging it with my palm. "Go on..." she said. "I - I've fantasized about - watching you masturbate..." "Really?" she asked. "How? What was I doing?" I began to describe to her what I had actually seen her do. As I did, she began to play with herself, watching me as I began to become unfocused on talking, getting too caught up by her to think straight. Mrs. Johanson scooted back from me, allowing me to see her fully, as she obliged my fantasy, masturbating for me. She loved the lust in my eyes because she did herself slowly, teasing me, making me crazy with every brush, every touch she gave herself. "Like this, Jack? is this what you fantasized about?" she'd whisper. My cock stood up, and she had her answer. I began to stroke my cock as I watched her. And she loved watching me, too. The next several minutes passed without any talking. Just mutual moaning and gasps and pleasuring. As I began to cum, Mrs. Johanson's eyes got big and she began to contract, pushing her fingers into her pussy deep and hard. When my cum shot out onto my belly, she moaned and closed her eyes, writhing in ecstasy. "Oh my gosh, Jack!" she sighed. "That was - so hot!" Quickly, Mrs. Johanson crawled up to me and lapped up the cum from my belly, holding my cock with one hand. Then she cleaned my cock with her tongue. "Ambrosia!" she sighed, smacking her lips. Shit! I was totally in love with her by now. Without pause, Mrs. Johanson went right back down on my on my spent cock. She licked and sucked until the little sucker began to get hard again. Once I was back up and running, Emily rolled over, onto all fours, and looked at me, her desire apparent in her eyes. "Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me hard!" I gladly obliged, crawling up behind her sweet ass. I slid my cock in, and instead of being gentle, once the head was in, I drove it as deep inside her wet pussy as I could get it. "Oh!" she gasped, and I smiled. "You like that, Mrs. Johanson?" I was feeling wicked. "You like my hard, young cock in your sweet, wet pussy?" I ground my hips, moving my cock around inside her, making her moan. Emily bent down, smothering her cries in the pillow. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back up. "What's that, Emily?" I said and slammed my cock in and out again. "I didn't hear you." "Yes! Oh my god, fuck - yes! Yes, Jack! I love your hard cock in me!" she cried. This was better than any fantasy I'd ever had before... "Good, Mrs. Johanson. Because I think I've shot so much cum on you, and in you, that I'm gonna' last a long, long time." Emily just whimpered and writhed with pleasure. I began to fuck her hard and fast. Emily lowered her head again, and I grabbed her hips so I could pull her tighter against me with every inward thrust. My balls slapped her belly, and Emily began to curl as her orgasm built. I was relentless. I just kept slamming into her, driving my cock deep and grinding it into her as she came. I resumed fucking her once this orgasm receded. Emily rolled, and I pulled back far enough to let her twist onto her side, but not out of her. The feeling of her pussy on my cock, rotating on me like that, felt incredible. Emily looked at me with dreamy eyes as I kept sliding my shaft in and out of her pussy. Her eyes looked so damn sexy, I felt my climax near. "I want you, Emily... I want to fuck you so hard... I want to fill you with my cum..." I groaned, gasping between thrusts to speak. "Yes, Jack," she moaned. "Yes - please, cum inside me. I want it so bad!" Grasping her legs and pulling them up, I drove my cock down so far, I could feel the head against the top of her womb. Pressing myself there, I shot my load. The backwash over the head of my cock was indescribable! "Oooooh, fuuuck..." I sighed and lowered myself down on her. Mrs. Johanson clasped me close, my head between her beautiful, massive breasts, and just held me. I lay there, enjoying the moment, hearing her heart through her breastbone, in total bliss. Finally, my spent cock slid from her pussy, followed by a trickle of ooze. My thigh was coated with cum and pussy juice, and the air was thick with the smells of sex. "Damn! That was great, Emily!" I sighed and rolled onto my back. Mrs. Johanson cuddled close next to me, snuggling her face into my neck. "Yes, Jack, it was." I never wanted this evening to end. But end it must. And end it did. We dozed for a while. Finally, about 10p.m., Emily shook me gently, waking me. "Jack? You need to go. I don't want your mom to get worried." I kissed her, and she kissed me back. My dick began to harden, but Emily was firm with me. "No, no, no," she smiled and pulled me up. "You need a shower. Alone! And then get yourself home. We'll have to do this... later." I knew she was right. Reluctantly, I kissed her a final time before staggering off to the Johanson's shower. I washed the traces of our lovemaking away, sad at the loss. Once I came out, Mrs. Johanson helped dry me off. She was very quiet, and I knew why. The reality of what we'd done, and the unknown of what we'd do from now on, loomed present. As it was want to do, my cock hardened as Emily rubbed me with the towel. Emily was down in front of me, and looked up and said, "Oh, what the hell!" With that, she slipped her mouth over my cock and began to suck me off again. I stood, enjoying it, until I felt my climax ready to shoot. "Ah, god! Yeah! I'm gonna' cum, again, Mrs. J! Now!!" Emily just wrapped her lips tighter, and greedily sucked me as I came. Lapping me up, Emily swallowed and smiled, licking her lips. "I couldn't help it, Jack," she grinned. "I don't know when I'll get the chance to have this again." It made me sad to hear it, but I understood. I pulled her up, kissing her again, tasting myself and some remnant of her aroma from her lips. "I know, Mrs. Johanson. I know." We looked at each other for several moments before she looked away. Handing me my shorts, Mrs. Johanson slipped on a robe and waited in the other room while I dressed. I came out, hating to leave, but she saw me to the door. We held hands, like young lovers. Before she opened the door, Emily gave me a quick hug and a kiss. "Now go!" she said, shooing me out. "Before I break down and cry..." She closed the door behind me. I walked home slowly. Dreaming. Wanting. Hating the circumstances. "Hi, honey! You have a good time?" my mom asked as I came in the house. "Yeah," I replied. I forced a smile. "You okay?" she asked. "You look a little down." "Just tired, Mom," I answered. "I worked hard over there today." "Well, I'm sure Emily appreciates it. Why don't you stop over there again tomorrow and see if there's anything else she needs help with, okay?" I felt a glimmer of hope. "Okay, Mom. Sure."