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Mrs. Tyler Teaches Ch. 01

By: JoeDreamer



"Hey Mrs. Tyler," I said as I walked into the yard and saw her laying on the lounge near the pool.

"We were wondering when you would show!" she said in welcome as her son Tim walked out the back door of the house carrying a tall glass of ice water. He was my best friend since third grade.

"This is first thing in the morning?" he asked, sounding annoyed. It was almost noon and I was most definitely late.

"Sorry," I replied. "Late night."

"Betsy Warren?" he grinned, forgetting his ire. I looked at Mrs. Tyler in embarrassment.

"Are you and little Betsy Warren a couple?" she asked, but it sounded like she already knew.

"We've been dating for a few months," I replied, but then quickly added, "She's okay."

"That's not what you said yesterday," Tim laughed.

"That was before our date."

"She's grown into a beautiful young lady," Mrs. Tyler said thoughtfully. "What happened last night?"

"Not much," I replied, which wasn't entirely true, but I had no intention of telling Tim's mother that Betsy gave me a decent blowjob in the back of my car and then bounced her way to orgasm on my lap. It was the first time we had sex and it was okay. "She's just a little too perky for me."

"Don't all girls act that way at eighteen?" Tim's mother laughed.

"I'm beginning to think so," I sighed.

"She is a cheerleader," Tim put in with a grin. I shrugged and tried hard not to stare at Mrs. Tyler. It wasn't easy.

She was a full-bodied woman. Tim's mother looked good in the black one-piece bathing suit she was wearing. In my opinion she wasn't fat by any sense of the word, but then again, she wasn't what people would call 'bikini material' either. Not unless she was willing to let a lot of flesh show and she was too classy for that. 

It was too bad really. I'd love to see her in a two-piece suit. Her ass was on the large side, but so were her breasts and her waist was still surprisingly slim considering she had two children. 

"You do realize that you're the odd one?" Mrs. Tyler asked with her typical sexy smile. "Usually girls mature faster."

"If you say so," I shrugged, enjoying the sight of her lying there. 

Tim's mother was forty-five. She was born with dark hair, but she started graying early on in life. For some reason she didn't dye it. It had a salt and pepper look to it. I found it oddly attractive.

"Don't worry, it will probably balance out in college this fall," she laughed. I joined her, but not because I thought what she said was all that funny. I laughed because I enjoyed her company. 

'Oh brother!' I sighed to myself. 'Do you have it bad!' 

It was the truth and I knew it. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't in love with her, but there was definitely something about her that got to me.

The fact that she was a beautiful woman certainly had a lot to do with it. Tim's mother had high cheekbones and dark, sexy eyes. Her lips were perfect and drove me crazy with desire. I wanted to kiss them so badly!

I also liked the fact that Mrs. Tyler took care of herself. Her hair might be salt and peppered, but it was always styled nicely. She sunned by the pool almost every day, but she always wore sun block and was very careful not to overdue it. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. 

Yet, it was more than just her outward appearance that got to me. She carried herself with confidence and a sense of fun that were hard to resist. Her eyes always seemed to be twinkling mischievously.

"Hey bud, you're not eyeing my mom, are you?" Tim asked me.

'Damn!' I groaned to myself. This wasn't the first time Tim caught me looking at his mother, but it was the first time he mentioned it in front of her. He thought it was funny. I thought I was going to die in embarrassment! I looked at my best friend and swore silently, 'Tim, you are such a dick!'

"No!" I cried in denial. "I mean, she pleasant to look at and all, but..." I realized how I sounded and shut up, desperately trying to think of something to say that wouldn't offend Tim or his mother. Thankfully, Mrs. Tyler interrupted before I could get myself into more trouble.

"Timothy, leave him be," she said. "If he wants to 'eye' this old body then you mind your own business! It feels nice to have a handsome young man look at me that way again."

"Mom!" Tim cried in surprise.

"You're not that old," I interjected, and then winced at Tim's expression. Mrs. Tyler smiled. I couldn't help but look at her. She was now sitting more provocatively in the lounge chair. I couldn't look away if I wanted to.

"Oh man! Cut that out!" Tim cried with a forced laugh. "That's my mother you're undressing with your eyes!" I could tell it was bothering him a little, but not as much as he was enjoying my embarrassment. So, instead of remaining embarrassed I decided to have some fun of my own.

"Can you blame me?" I asked rhetorically. I was smiling now. "Look at the way she's sitting. What guy wouldn't be driven nuts watching her?"

"Dude! That's my mother!" Tim snapped. I noticed that Mrs. Tyler did nothing to change the way she was sitting. She was obviously enjoying my attention.

"Lucky you," I joked.

"Okay," Tim frowned slightly. "That's going a little to far. Stop looking at my mother that way!"

"Why?" I asked with a shrug. "She obviously likes my looking and it's not hurting anyone." I made it sound like I was still teasing him, but the truth was I just liked looking at Mrs. Tyler.

"Cut it out!" Tim growled, and then added in frustration when I didn't immediately stop looking at her, "You're starting to piss me off!"

"I know," I grinned. "That's half the fun!"

"Keep it up and I'm going to punch you in the mouth!" Tim growled. He was dead serious now. 

"Oh no you won't!" Mrs. Tyler laughed. "I like hearing what he has to say."

"Mom!" Tim cried as if he'd been betrayed. Mrs. Tyler shushed him with a wave of her hand.

"So?" she asked, looking at me. "What feature of mine is your favorite?"

"If you say it, I swear I'll..." Tim began, but then stopped quickly at his mother's look. It was obvious he expected me to say her breasts. They were rather large and attractive, but they weren't my favorite. Tim was really upset, but I couldn't ignore her question.

"It's a toss up," I replied. "I love your dark eyes and perfect lips." 

"Is that all?" she asked with a smile. I looked briefly at Tim and shrugged. This was going beyond my simply teasing him, but I couldn't ignore the challenge in Mrs. Tyler expression.

"Absolutely not," I shrugged. "You have one of the most sexy smiles I've ever seen." Mrs. Tyler's smile grew larger although I could see that she was blushing slightly now.

"Thank you," she said serious. I knew my next sentence was going to get me into trouble, but I couldn't resist. 

"You also have curves in all the right places!" 

I think her eyes grew big in surprise but it was hard to tell. I was already running when I finished talking. It was a good thing too because Tim was chasing me as fast as he could. He was bright red and pissed as hell!

"I'll kill you!" he cried. I knew he was serious, but it didn't stop me from laughing.

"Timothy!" his mother cried as we lapped the pool a couple of times. "Stop it this instant!"

He ignored her. I wasn't surprised. I really did deserve a punch in the mouth for what I said. I wasn't sure what came over me. I think I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to tell Mrs. Tyler what I thought of her.

I glanced behind me and saw Tim's expression. He wasn't calming down at all. I figured my comments on his mother deserved one good punch. I had just deciding to let him catch me and take my punishment like a man when I heard him cry out. His yell was quickly followed by a big splash.

"Timothy! You will calm down!" Mrs. Tyler demanded. She was standing by the edge of the pool and had obviously pushed her son in.

"But..." Tim cried.

"No buts!" she snapped. "You're the one who started all this by teasing him. You're just upset that he got the better of you."

"I'm sorry. I really did go too far," I said with a shake of my head.

"See," Mrs. Tyler said to Timothy. "He said those things just to tease you. No handsome young man would find an old bird like me attractive. Now lets forget this whole conversation ever happened."

I wanted to correct her assumption that I only said the things I did to tease Tim, but he was looking at me and I didn't want to make him any angrier. So I waited until everything calmed down and Tim went into the house briefly.

"Mrs. Tyler?" I asked, seeing if she was awake on the lounge. She was wearing sunglasses now and it was hard to tell. My pulse quickened as her head turned slightly toward me.

"Yes?"

"I don't want to upset Tim or embarrass you," I said slowly, blushing slightly. "But I think it's important that you know that I wasn't just saying those things about you earlier to get to Tim. I was also saying them because they're true."

"Really?" she asked in surprise.

"You're kidding right?" I asked in reply. "You have to know you're beautiful." I still couldn't see her eyes, but it was obvious that she was now smiling. Tim came out before either of us could say anything else. I dove into the pool to hide my embarrassment.

Mrs. Tyler went inside a couple of hours later to make us all dinner. I wasn't surprise when Tim punched me as soon as we were alone. I let him. I deserved it. I couldn't help my attraction to his mother, but I shouldn't have said what I did, at least not in front of Tim.

"Are we okay?" I asked afterward.

"Yeah, I guess," he said slowly.

"Good!" I sighed. "Then let me tell you what really happened with Betsy Warren."

"So then it wasn't a total bust?" he asked. I grinned and started telling him what happened in detail.

The rest of the day went by quickly and without incident. Dinner was enjoyable and I did my best not to stare at Tim's mother. Mrs. Tyler didn't make it easy. In fact, she was obviously having some fun teasing me whenever Tim wasn't looking. She didn't do anything really overt, but it was the little things like brushing my arm as she put a plate down in front of me that drove me crazy.

***

"Oh Mrs. Tyler!" I cried as she wrapped her hand around my cock and slowly took it into her mouth. Tim's mother was naked and on her knees in front of me. Her breasts drew my eyes to them. She was looking up at me with that sexy smile of hers. I just knew that this was going to be the best blowjob of my life!

"I want you blow your load on my tits!" she said as she stroked my cock.

'Blow your load on my tits?' I thought. 'Mrs. Tyler doesn't talk like that.' My mind felt foggy as I tried to understand what was going on, but I couldn't seem to think straight. 

A moment later the door to my room burst open and Tim was standing there. I'd never seen him look so enraged! Somehow he looked twice as big as normal. He took a step toward me and threw a punch. His fist grew tremendous as it neared my face. It was at least twice the size of my head and only a hair's breath away when I started awake. 

I was alone on my bed and breathing heavy. My heart was racing from my nightmare-induced fear.

"Some fucking dream!" I grumbled as I rubbed the sleep from my face. "I've got to get Mrs. Tyler out of my head."

I'd always had a crush on her, but ever since that day by the pool I was dreaming about her a lot. It was maddening. I went on a couple of dates with Betsy since and found myself daydreaming that she was Mrs. Tyler when we had sex. I almost called her by Tim's mom's name once. That would have been a fiasco!

"You're up early," my father said when I stumbled down to the kitchen for some breakfast.

"Nightmare," I replied as I poured myself some cereal.

"Bad?" he asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," I sighed. He nodded in understanding and changed the subject.

"Well, don't forget you agreed to stop by Tim's house later to check on the sump pump," he said. "I still can't believe Mike and Tim actually went camping despite the monsoon we've been having."

It was raining and had been since the day before, but it wasn't as bad as my pop was making it sound. My father just wasn't the outdoorsman type. Besides, Tim and his father were actually going a couple of states over to camp. They did it every year as a special father/son thing. 

They normally invited me, but not this year. Tim said his father wanted this trip to be just the two of them. I was a little disappointed, but I thought I understood. Tim was off to college in a couple of weeks. Mr. Tyler probably thought of this trip as a goodbye to his son's childhood or something. Parents!

"I haven't forgotten," I replied. "I don't know what it is with that house and sump pumps, but they're on their third one in almost as many years."

My father and I chatted for a while until my mother came down and joined us. She always slept late whenever possible. Pop gave her a big kiss and I shook my head. It was nice to have parents who were still in love. Poor Tim's mother and father hardly said a word to each other anymore.

I finished breakfast, and then took a shower and went to work. It was a busy day and I was tired by the time my shift was over. I decided to stop at Tim's house on the way home so I wouldn't have to go back out later. It wasn't nighttime yet, but it was hard to tell. The sky was dark and rain was still falling.

"Hello," Mrs. Tyler said as she opened the door for me. I took one look at her and frowned.

"What's wrong?" I asked. She didn't look right to me.

"Nothing," she replied, opening the door wide and letting me in the house. "I think the pump is fine. I keep hearing it kick on when I'm in the basement."

"I should check it anyway," I smiled. "I promised Tim." She didn't smile back. That was an oddity in itself. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," she insisted. I shrugged and went into the basement. The pump was fine, although a little overworked. 

I went up to the kitchen to tell Tim's mom and found her cooking. I thought she might have been crying, but she rubbed her eyes quickly and got rid of any evidence. I was tempted to ask her if she was okay again, but stopped myself. Whatever it was, she didn't want to talk about it.

"The pump looks okay," I said. "I'll stop by in the morning and check again."

"Thanks," she said, forcing a smile. "How about dinner? I've made more than enough."

"I should really be getting home," I replied. "I'm sure you're looking forward to some time alone now that Mr. Tyler and Tim are gone."

I couldn't figure out what I said, but suddenly Tim's mom was sobbing. I went to her and took her into my arms without thought. She was too distraught to do anything other than cling to me and cry. I did my best to comfort her.

"What going on?" I asked once she calmed down.

"I don't think I should be the one to tell you," she finally said. "But Mike and I are getting a divorce."

"Oh," I said dumbly. I had no idea what else to say.

"Mike is going to tell Tim during their camping trip," she continued.

"He knows you guys aren't getting along," I said after a few moments of silence. Of course, that didn't mean Tim was expecting them to get divorced!

"We've only stayed together these last couple of years because of Tim. He's leaving for college soon, so we don't have to pretend any longer." 

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Me too," she whispered. It was right about then she realized she was still clinging to me. "Sorry," she said, pulling away. I smiled sadly. Poor Mrs. Tyler.

"Does Leah know?" I asked. Leah was Tim's older sister. She went to college across the country and lived near the campus year round with her lover, Gwen.

"Yes," Mrs. Tyler answered. "We called and told her last night while Tim was out. She wasn't happy, but she understood."

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked.

"Eventually," she shrugged, and then changed the subject. "So, how about dinner?"

"I..."

"Please," she interjected before I finished my thought. "I don't really want to eat alone tonight."

"Okay," I smiled. 

Dinner was enjoyable, but Mrs. Tyler barely touched her plate. Instead, she focused on the bottle of wine she opened. It was empty by the time the meal ended and she was more than a little tipsy. I never saw her that way before. 

We sat at the table for quite a while afterward. I let her do most of the talking and talk she did. I learned far more about her then I ever knew. I also learned about her and Mr. Tyler's failed marriage. It was sad really. They were both good people. They just grew apart. 

I helped her to her room when it was time. She half fell into her bed and I fought to get the covers out from under her. One of her breasts was partially visible, but I did my best to ignore it. Tonight wasn't the time to let my perverted mind to wonder.

"Mrs. Tyler, get a good night sleep and you'll feel better in the morning," I said as I pulled the covers up.

"Call me Marisa," she mumbled already half asleep.

"Okay Marisa," I smiled down at her. "Now get some sleep." She was out before I left the room.

***

I stopped by the next morning as promised to check on the pump, but I was more concerned about Tim's mom. She was up and around by the time I arrived. The rain was finally over and it looked to be a very sunny day.

"How are you feeling Mrs. Tyler?" I asked.

"A little embarrassed and very hung over," she replied honestly, and then surprised me by adding, "And call me Marisa. After everything I told you last night it feels funny to have you call me Mrs. Tyler."

"You remember all that?" I asked with a grin. She blushed slightly.

"I was drunk, but not that drunk!"

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked carefully.

"Yes," she replied. "I was just feeling bad for myself and a little lonely last night. Thanks for being there."

"Not a problem," I shrugged.

"How about breakfast?" she asked.

"Okay Marisa," I said, trying out her name. She smiled.

I sat at the table drinking a glass of juice as I watched her cook. She was dressed conservatively, but that did little to hide her curves. My cock stiffened slightly as I stared at her ass.

'You dick!' I said to myself. 'She's got enough things going on without you leering at her.'

Of course, that didn't stop me. I think Tim's mom knew I was looking, but she didn't comment. We ate breakfast in companionable silence and I left an hour or so later.

The day went by quickly and I worked late into the night. I went home totally exhausted. My father was already asleep when I got home, but mom was waiting up for me.

"Tim's mother called a couple of hours ago looking for you," she said after we said hello.

"Is the sump pump giving her problems?" I asked.

"I don't think so," mom replied. "But something was obviously bothering her. She sounded close to tears. What's going on?"

I hesitated a moment and then told my mother about the pending divorce and what happened the night before.

"The poor thing!" mom cried.

"I guess I'd better call her," I sighed. "I just don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything," my mother replied. "Just let her talk. In fact, don't call her. You go over and make sure she's okay. She may need a shoulder to cry on again."

"Mom, it's pretty late. She may be sleeping."

"She's not," my mother said. I didn't know how mom knew, but I didn't argue. 

I left the house and drove to Tim's house. It wasn't far. I knocked on the door gently and was surprised when it was almost immediately thrown open. Mrs. Tyler was even drunker than the night before.

"Mike told Tim today," she said without preamble. "He called me and let me know."

I walked into the house, closed the door and pulled her into my arms. She cried once again. She didn't sob uncontrollably like the night before, but she obviously needed it just as badly.


Mrs. Tyler Teaches Ch. 01



"Marisa, let's get you to bed," I said when she was done. This time I almost had to carry her to her room. She was really drunk. Tim's mother was so bad that I put a wastebasket on the side of the bed just in case.

"Thanks," she said, looking up at me as I pulled the covers up. "You're a good boy." She then pulled me close and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I turned and faced her afterward. She was still holding me.

"You're welcome," I replied.

"You're not really a boy anymore are you?" she asked, looking at me oddly. I smiled and shrugged.

The next thing I knew she was kissing me. I felt her tongue slip between my lips and my cock grew instantly hard. I returned the kiss with just as much passion as she was showing. I wanted her and in her drunken stupor she wanted me, but I couldn't do it. This was Tim's mom and it would be wrong to take advantage of her like this.

"Marisa, go to sleep," I said, pulling away. It wasn't easy.

"I'm so sorry!" she said, realizing what she'd done.

"It's okay," I smiled. "Actually, it was a lot better than okay." She surprised me by laughing.

"We'll talk in the morning," she mumbled and then passed out. I looked at her and shook my head.

My one chance with a woman I'd been dreaming about forever and I have to turn into a nice guy. What the fuck? 

"You are turning into a real girly-boy," I said aloud to myself, but I knew I was doing the right thing.

I stopped by Tim's house the next morning. Mrs. Tyler was still sleeping. I looked in on her and saw that she was okay. I left and went to work. I stopped by again when work was over.

"Still hung over?" I asked Mrs. Tyler as I walked into the yard. She was once again sitting in the lounge chair wearing her black bathing suit and sunglasses.

"Not since I started drinking these," she replied, holding up a Bloody Mary. "Don't worry, this is only my second one. You don't have to be afraid of an old bird making a pass at you again."

"Marisa," I said with a shake of my head. "I wasn't worried." I decided that a little flirting would do her some good. It wouldn't hurt me either. "In fact, I was sort of hoping you'd kiss me again now that you're sober."

"I can't believe I did that!" she said in embarrassment.

"You?" I asked with a grin.

"It's so humiliating!" she groaned.

"Why?" I asked. "That kiss was certainly nothing to feel ashamed about. It was actually pretty amazing."

"I drank myself into a stupor and made out with my son's best friend and you don't think that's any reason to feel embarrassed?"

"Embarrassed yes, humiliated no," I replied. The phone rang and interrupted us.

"Why don't you take a swim while I get this," she said, changing the subject as she walked toward the house. "It looks like you could use a dip after working all day."

"Thanks," I said. 

I started leaving one of my bathing suits at Tim's house when we were just kids. Most of my best summer memories were right here at this pool pool.

"That was Mr. Tyler," she said with a sad smile as she walked out. I noticed she was trying to distance herself from him. She'd called him Mr. Tyler instead of Mike. "Timmy's doing better than we feared."

"That's good," I said from the pool. "Now why don't you join me for a swim? The water feels awesome."

"I could use to cool off a little," she said and dove in. 

I watched her swim under the water toward me. I found myself wondering if she meant cool off from the sun's heat, or cool off as in 'you're driving me crazy with desire! I need to cool off or I'll jump you and make mad passionate love to you!' 

'Down boy!' I thought with a laugh. "You're such a pervert!'

Mrs. Tyler popped out of the water directly in front of me and splashed me in the face. Her eyes sparkled in mischief and she came very close to giggling. She was in a playful mood and I thought that it was a good thing considering what she'd been through the last couple of days. I wanted to retaliate and keep her laughing, but I was too busy coughing from the water I swallowed. 

"Are you okay?" Tim's mom asked, no longer splashing or laughing. 

I nodded and continued to cough as she moved closer to see if I would be okay. She patted me on the shoulder until I was done. Of course, as soon as I stopped coughing I grabbed her and dunked her. She came up sputtering from laughter. 

I pulled her to me with thoughts of dunking her again or possibly tickling her, but as soon as her body rubbed against mine I felt an almost electric charge jolt me. I don't know what came over me, but suddenly I was trying to steal a kiss from Mrs. Tyler. She pulled away.

"What are you doing?" she asked in surprise. Instead of getting embarrassed or apologetic, I decided to try and keep the mood light. 

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked with a smile. "I think you owe me a thank you kiss for not taking advantage of you last night."

"You were tempted?" she asked, looking even more surprised.

"You're kidding right?"

"But I'm old enough to be your mother!" Mrs. Tyler cried.

"Marisa," I smiled. "You might be old enough, but you're not my mother."

"But I am Tim's!"

"Yes, you are," I sighed, reluctantly letting her go. This was not the conversion I intended. Mrs. Tyler was not laughing. Neither was I.

"It's better this way," she said, drifting back. She sounded almost as disappointed as I felt. "It's not like anything good could ever have come of it."

"Probably not," I shrugged, and then added lamely, "But think about how much fun we could have had?"

"Oh sure!" she snorted and then smiled and added, "Skipping the whole Tim issue, all I need is a love sick puppy following me around while I go through a divorce."

"You wish!" I laughed.

"Maybe," she admitted with a sexy grin.

It suddenly hit me that Mrs. Tyler was flirting with me! I looked at her carefully. She may have had a couple of drinks earlier, but she wasn't drunk this time. I knew what I wanted. I just wasn't sure if I should go for it again. 

"What's the matter?" Marisa asked when I didn't immediately respond. "Am I embarrassing you?" I suddenly had a flashback to the movie 'The Graduate' and decided to go with it.

"Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me," I quoted, causing her to laugh for real the first time in days.

The smart thing to do was to keep joking and get out of the pool. Tim was my best friend and this would change things irrevocably. It was time to leave and leave fast!

The only problem was that although Mrs. Tyler always looked amazing, she looked especially so today, right now. It didn't help that the pool made her large breasts even more impressive than normal.

"Maybe we should get out of the water now," she said, obviously still as unsure as I was on how to handle what was happening. The indecision on both our parts was maddening! I took a deep breath and came to a decision. 

"I'd still like that kiss first," I said, committing to what I wanted. Marisa looked at me in surprised.

"You're serious," she said. I nodded and she shook her head as I moved a little closer and held my hand out toward her. She hesitated a moment longer before adding, "This is crazy!"

"I know," I agreed. "But I want my kiss. How about it?"

"Just one kiss," she said softly as she took my hand. My pulse quickened.

We were face-to-face and Marisa's smiled sexily. She moved even closer and now our lips were only inches apart. I stared into her dark eyes and she leaned forward, licking her lips. My heart was in my mouth as my eyes started to close in anticipation, but instead of kissing my lips Mrs. Tyler gave me a peck on the cheek.

"We're even!" she laughed and dove away from me. I got a handhold on her ankle and pulled her back. 

"I don't think so!" I growled when we were once again face-to-face. She fought to break my grip, but it was too late for that. She promised me a kiss and I wanted a real one!

I wrapped one hand behind Marisa's neck and pulled her lips to mine. We kissed roughly. The passion and desire I put into the kiss was nearly overwhelming, but no surprise to me. Yet, Mrs. Tyler's equally passionate and lustful response was!

"We can't!" she cried, trying to pull away again.

"Sure we can," I said confidently, not letting her go.

"But Tim..."

"...is camping with his father," I quickly interjected. "I'm not going to tell him about this, so if you don't, he'll never know."

"But it's so wrong!"

"Bull!" I said succinctly. "I'm eighteen and you're in the middle of a divorce. For all intents and purposed we're both single consenting adults."

"I'm old enough..." she began, but I cut her off.

"Consenting adults!" I insisted and kissed her again. 

Nothing she said changed my mind because her reasons were never that she didn't want to. They were always the poor excuses that people came up with when they were trying to convinced themselves not do something that wanted very badly to do. I refused to accept any of them. 

Our kiss continued and Marisa moaned into my mouth. She was no longer fighting me so I used one hand to rub her breasts.

"We can't!" she panted.

"We're going to," I promised and then slipped the straps of her one-piece bathing suit off her shoulders. Her expression was a mix of desire and confusion as I exposed her breasts. I took a moment to enjoy the sight and then leaned forward and brushed one of her large areolas with my lips.

"Stop!" she cried, but didn't pull away.

I licked and nibbled on her nipples for a time before standing straight, reaching around her and pulling Marisa close. Both my hands were now filled with her ass cheeks and I forced her to feel my hard cock rubbing against her pelvis. Mrs. Tyler moaned loudly and attacked my lips with her own. The feel of her full and naked breasts against my chest made my cock even harder.

I pushed Mrs. Tyler's bathing suit past her hips. She froze for a moment and then broke away. Marisa stood their looking at me with her breasts exposed and her bathing suit floating around her thighs. Her eyes were sparking in desire and lust. I held my breath, not sure what would happen next.

"Do you really want to do this?" she asked in amazement. "I mean, I've been dreaming about the possibility ever since...well, you know, but dreaming and making it a reality are two totally different things!"

"You've been thinking about this since that time Tim chased me around the pool? right?" I asked.

"Yes," she admitted with a blush.

"Well, don't feel bad," I laughed gently. "I'm been dreaming about this since I was old enough to know about the birds and bees."

"That long?" she asked in surprise.

"Definitely!"

"So, did I cause your first wet dream?" she asked, biting her lip.

"Not just my first one," I replied honestly. "In fact, I've cum so many times thinking about you that I couldn't even guess at a number. Does this turn you on?"

"Honestly," she grinned as she slipped her bathing suit all the way off. "Yes!" There was something different about Mrs. Tyler. I can't really explain it, but suddenly she didn't seem reluctant anymore.

"Come here," I said, holding my arms open. Marisa came to me. We hugged and kissed as I felt her take hold of my bathing suit and pull it down. I smiled when she gasped as my cock popped free.

"You like?" I grinned.

"Please! I haven't seen one of those other than Mr. Tyler's in twenty years. Of course I like!" she laughed reaching out and caressing my cock. "In fact, it's been quite a while since I played with one of these."

"Have fun," I joked, but instead of laughing she moved close so that our eyes were only inches apart.

"Oh, I will," she promised with a lust filled expression. "I'm going to fulfill all those perverted fantasies you've had about me over the years."

"This is certainly a good start!" I groaned as she started stroking my cock seriously.

"It's only going to get better from here!" she added. I had no doubts that she could and would fulfill what she was promising.

I caressed her ass as she continued to stroke my cock. I leaned forward and tasted her large areolas again.

"You like my breasts?" she asked with a smile.

"Oh yeah!" I cried, causing her to laugh.

"How would you like to fuck them?" Mrs. Tyler asked.

It was the first time I'd ever heard her say the word fuck. It sounded odd coming from her, but I didn't mind. Odd didn't mean bad and the fact that Marisa's tone was so obviously filled with lust made me want to hear her say it again! She must have known.

"Come on," she smiled sexily. "I've never met a man who didn't want to fuck them. Don't you?" 

"Yes," I nearly croaked.

"Good! Sit on the ledge," she said, directing me to the edge of the pool. I climbed out and sat while Mrs. Tyler moved close and wrapped my cock in her full tits. She was still in the pool as she moved her breasts up and down the length of my cock.

"That feels amazing!" I cried.

"Mr. Tyler used to like it too," she smiled. "Years ago."

"What happened?" I asked, unable to believe someone would stop liking what she was doing.

"I'm not sure," she shrugged, losing her smile. "Maybe it's true that some people lose interest in sex as they get older."

"Well, I'm not old," I said, trying to make her smile again. It worked.

"And I don't feel old when I'm with you," she sighed. "In fact, memories of when I was younger keep surfacing, reminding me just how wild I was back in the day."

"You? Wild?" I asked, surprised and not surprised. Mrs. Tyler normally acted like the perfect mom, but there was always something in her eyes that promised something more. I told her that.

"So, you like my eyes?" she smiled when I was done. "One of my old boyfriends used to call them 'fuck me' eyes."

"That's it!" I cried. "That's exactly what your eyes seem to say!"

"Do you want to know why?" she asked sexily.

"Why?"

"Because I want you to fuck me!" she laughed. I started to move, but she laughed harder and held me in place. "Later! Right now I want to finish what we started."

"It won't be long now!" I groaned.

"Good," she smiled. "If you like you can look into my eyes and think about what's coming next." I did and groaned again.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this!"

"Hey, you're the one who started it!" she grinned, never slowing the motion of her breasts around my cock.

"I thought so at first," I panted. "But now I'm starting to think that you really did pull a 'Mrs. Robinson' on me."

"You think I seduced you?" she asked.

"Maybe," I groaned in confusion. Marisa smiled bringing my orgasm closer.

"Do you want me to seduce you?" she asked. It took me a moment to get the quote.

"Touché," I groaned.

"Is that a yes or a no?" she asked, holding back her laughter.

"Yes!" I nearly crowed. We shared a laugh at my outburst, but it didn't last long. I was close to cumming and was having big problems focusing on anything other than my impending orgasm.

"You know, you might be right," she said thoughtfully. "I didn't intentional try to seduce you, but subconsciously I may have."

"Who cares who seduced who?" I growled. "Just don't stop what you're doing!"

"Oh, I have no intention of stopping," she promised, correctly judging that I wouldn't last much longer. "In fact..."

Mrs. Tyler took the head of my cock into her mouth and continued to stare at me with her 'fuck me' eyes as she sucked mercilessly. She still had her breasts wrapped around the base of my dick.

"I'm going to cum!" I cried. Marisa sucked a little harder and her eyes grew even brighter, but that was the extent of her reaction.

I came and she choked on the first spurt before sucking down the next few. She then pulled away and let the rest of my cum splatter her breasts. One jet shot past her tits and hit her in the face.

"I forgot how far a young man's cum can shoot when he's really excited!" she laughed as she used one hand to wipe my cum from her eyes. I was too busy groaning and cumming to comment.

I slipped back into the pool when I was done. I lay there floating, fighting to recover. I felt incredible!

"Are you okay?" Mrs. Tyler asked.

"I just had the best orgasm of my life. Of course I'm not all right! I've died and gone to heaven!"

"No one has ever let you do that before, have they?" she asked. Mrs. Tyler was smiling as she stood there massaging my cum into her breasts. My eyes grew big as I watched. I'd never been with someone who was so comfortable with her sexuality.

"No," I admitted.

"So, just how many girls have you been with?"

"I'm not a virgin or anything," I answered a little defensively.

"I didn't think so," she smiled. "Someone with no experience doesn't come on as strong as you did earlier. On the other hand, if you've never fucked a girl's breasts before, then the odds are that neither you or the girls you were with had all that much experience."

"Maybe they all had flat chests," I joked nervously. I was still trying to come to grips with the way Mrs. Tyler was talking and acting.

"Betsy Warren may not be as big as me, but there's more than enough under that cheerleader sweater of hers to do the job!"

"How do you know I slept with Betsy?" I asked, stalling.

"Easy," she shrugged. "I scan Tim's instant messages on his computer every so often to make sure he not talking to an old pervert or drug addict."

"You what?" I asked in surprise, thinking back to all of the conversations Tim and I had over the years via instant messenger.

"Don't worry," Mrs. Tyler laughed. "I don't even tell Mr. Tyler what I find. Truthfully, it's very tedious and I don't do it all that often."

"So, you know about Betsy," I said with a shake of my head.

"Sure," she smiled, floating toward me. "I also know about Dina and your first, Sandy."

"And Tim's girlfriends?" I asked.

"Please!" she sighed. "You have no idea how happy I was when he broke up with that Nancy girl. I know Tim kept bragging about how good she was in bed in his IMs, but she had slut written all over her."

"For something you say you don't do that often, you seem to have picked up all the high points from our IMs," I said with a shake of my head.

"So then, you've only been with those three girls?" Marisa asked, ignoring my comment.

"Yes," I admitted. "How about you? How many men did you sleep with before Mr. Tyler?"

"Just one," she smiled, obviously remembering. "But we dated for three years and did a lot of exploring before we realized that we weren't right for each other."

"Sounds interesting," I said in anticipation. "What are the chances of you showing me what you learned?"

"Depends if you ask nicely," she teased. 

Mrs. Tyler was on her stomach floating next to me. Her large breasts were tantalizing as always, but it was her eyes once again that sent shivers down my spine. She asked me something, but I didn't hear the question.

"Excuse me?" I asked, and then added with a smile, "I didn't register what you asked. I was staring into those 'fuck me' eyes of yours!"

"They're still saying the same thing because I still want the same thing," she said sexily. "Why don't we get out of the pool and go inside?"

"Where to?" I asked.

"I was thinking my bedroom. There's a king size bed there that hasn't been properly used in years," she answered, and then laughing briefly added, "Maybe later we can try a couple of the other rooms as well."

We climbed out of the pool and I took a moment to stare at her naked body. She didn't seem to mind. I think that was because she was staring just as intently at mine. I felt my cock stiffen. Mrs. Tyler obviously saw.

"That was quick!" she giggled.

"Sorry," I shrugged. "But you are a beautiful woman."

"No need to apologize," she said. "In fact, I'm planning on seeing just how many times I can make it stiff before the night is up!"




Mrs. Tyler Teaches Ch. 01



"I can't wait!" I laughed, pulling her into a hug.

A moment later we reluctantly broke apart. It would be bad if anyone ever saw us together this way, very bad. Of course, the Tyler's had a nice tall fence around their yard. They also weren't all that close to their neighbors' houses, but you never knew.  

"I think we'd better go inside," Marisa said as she took my hand and directed me to the house. She didn't pause as we entered. She led me directly to her bedroom.

"Um, Mrs. Tyler," I said with a shake of my head. "Just so you know, I've never actually slept with a woman on a bed."

"I bet you did it in your car most of the times?" She smiled.

"All but one," I replied. "That one was in Sandy's basement. I'm pretty sure her mother caught us because I could have sworn I saw a light at the top of the stairwell somewhere during the middle of it. Besides, she never did like me after that."

"Well, we're the only ones here tonight," Mrs. Tyler said. "We have as long as you can stay to have as much fun as you can stand."

I reached for her phone without a word and called my house. Marisa watched me with a curious frown. She started to ask a question, but I held my hand up to forestall her.

"Mom," I said into the receiver. "I'm at Tim's."

"She's doing okay," I added after hearing my mother's question. "Actually, that's why I called. If it's okay with you, I'd like to sleep in Tim's room tonight so that she won't be alone."

Mrs. Tyler eyebrows rose in surprise, but then she broke into a wide grin. It took me a few minutes to get my mother off the phone and Mrs. Tyler thought it would be fun to tease me. She reached for my cock and started stroking it. Marisa used her other hand to cup my balls. 

I desperately tried to remain focused on the phone call, but it wasn't easy. It became all but impossible when Marisa shifted closer and started rubbing the head of my cock up and down her moist slit. Her face was only inches from mine, and her 'fuck me' eyes were now demanding satisfaction.

"Mom!" I cried a little louder than I probably should have. "I've got to go. Mrs. Tyler is waiting for me to watch a movie with her." A moment later I hung up the phone and grabbed Marisa.

"That was so mean!" I laughed as I picked her up and threw her onto her own bed. Mrs. Tyler lay there with open arms. Her legs were also spread invitingly. I met her gaze and groaned. "You eyes are driving me crazy!"

"Are you ready to listen to them?" she asked invitingly. 

I moved onto the bed and between her legs as quickly as possible. She stopped me from thrusting into her with one hard stroke and added, "Take your time! I'm wet enough to take you like you want, but wouldn't it be more fun to really enjoy the feel of my pussy as I take you in?"

"Later!" I cried. "Right now I want you too much!"

"Okay," she laughed. "If that's how you want our first time to be then let me shift around." 

I backed up slightly with a frown and watched as she rolled onto her hands and knees. The sight of her ass sticking out sent a shiver through me.

"Right now, you want to take me," she said. "It's okay. You can admit it. I don't know about other women, but I like being taken sometimes. I'm guessing most do."

"I want you so badly!" I growled.

"Then come here and take me! Ride me as hard as you like!" Mrs. Tyler said as she waved her large ass back and forth enticingly. 

Marisa reached behind herself and pulled her ass cheeks apart giving me full access to her swollen pussy. I shook my head in amazement. I was having problems believing that this sexual woman in front of me was Tim's mother! Yet, in the end, it didn't matter what I believed. All that mattered was the need somewhere deep inside of me that I could no longer control.

"Yes!" I grunted as I pushed into her pussy with one long, hard stroke. We both cried out. She was soaked and surprisingly tight, but no too tight to take my entire length in.

I thought I'd cum quickly, but I guess my first orgasm helped because it took me almost ten minutes to lose control. Mrs. Tyler came at least twice in that time and we were both sweating profusely as my orgasm neared. I was holding her hips and slamming in and out of her by that time.

"I'm going to cum!" I warned.

Mrs. Tyler pulled away and I groaned as my cock popped free of her pussy, but before I could protest she spun around and took my cock into her mouth. I grabbed her head and let go of the little control I had left. My cum filled her mouth and she swallowed as quickly as she could.

Poor Marisa wouldn't have been able to pull away if she wanted, but she didn't want. In fact, Mrs. Tyler grabbed my ass and pulled me as deep into her mouth as I would go!

I didn't so much lie down on the bed afterward as fall onto the pillow next to Mrs. Tyler. I was able to focus a little while later. Mrs. Tyler was resting her heads on my shoulder. She had tears in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked in surprise.

"I'm fine," she smiled. "It's just been such a long time and you were amazing!"

"Me? You were the one that was amazing!" I laughed. "I just did the best I could to keep up!" Marisa joined my laughter despite her blushing slightly.

"You do know that this is a one time thing?" she asked after a while of lying quietly together.

"I doubt it," I replied. "I expect we'll be doing this a lot until one of us meets someone else."

"Meets someone else?" she asked.

"Marisa, you're feeling old right now, but the bottom line is that you're a beautiful woman with a great personality. Guys will be knocking down the door to get in line to date you. I'm not naïve enough to think two people like us will end up together in the long run, but can't we have fun until that happens?"

"You really are much more mature than your years imply," she said with a shake of her head.

"If you say so," I shrugged.

"I do," she laughed. "And if we're going to be doing this more often I guess I should show you a few things that will not only be enjoyable for both of us, but will also be appreciated by all of the woman you sleep with while searching for your special someone."

"What kind of things?" I asked.

"Well, how would you like to know almost every woman's secret, or maybe not so secret, weakness?" she asked. My eyebrows rose in interested and she laughed. "I thought so!"

She lifted her head off my shoulder and sat up. I did the same. The room smelled of our sweat and cum. My cock jumped slightly despite the work out it already received. Mrs. Tyler grinned and shook her head when she noticed, but didn't comment on my cock's reaction.

"Have you ever pleasured a woman with your mouth?" she asked a few moments later. I must have made some sort of expression because she quickly added, "Hey! Don't knock it until you try it! Some guys love the taste of a woman, and even if they don't they're smart enough to know what it can do to a woman when done correctly."

"But..." I began.

"Shush!" she interjected. "I promise, you'll never have to do anything you don't like a second time, but tonight you're going to try a whole bunch of things for the first time. How else will you know what you like and what you don't?"

"Good point," I laughed nervously.

I moved between Mrs. Tyler's legs and got ready to taste my first pussy. I'll admit my actions were a bit tentatively. I wasn't sure I was going to like it despite Marisa's promise that this was most women's weakness. 

Mrs. Tyler had a thick bush of dark hair surrounding her opening. I could make out her swollen lips and the touch of pink at her center. Even before my tongue touched I felt my mouth water slightly. Marisa was already wet and the scent of her filled the room. I paused a moment to enjoy it. My cock started to harden again and I smiled. So far, so good!

I stuck my tongue out and gently brushed Mrs. Tyler's lower lips. She moaned, obviously very excited. I smiled. I barely tasted her, but I liked the affect on Marisa. I brushed my tongue against her again, only this time a little harder.

"That's it," Mrs. Tyler sighed encouragingly. "Don't be shy. It feels so good!"

I shifted lower and touched my tongue to her opening. I received my first real taste of her juices. I froze for a moment and then grinned as I relaxed. It was an odd taste, but not bad. In fact, I liked it. I liked it a lot!

I grabbed her thighs and drove my tongue into her depths. Marisa gasped as more of her juices flowed into my mouth. Her scent grew stronger, making my dick harden even more. This was my first time pleasuring a woman this way and I was instantly hooked!

I'd like to say that I was good at it from the start, but it wasn't true. Mrs. Tyler had to explain that I needed to focus on her entire pussy, not just the special place where the delicious nectar came from. She explained about what a clit really was and how it needed to be treated.

I may not have known what to do instinctively, but I'd like to think that I took to it well. I must have done something right because it wasn't long before Mrs. Tyler cried out and came. I was little surprised when she literally sprayed her juices into my mouth as her orgasm hit. Of course, that didn't stop me from drinking them down.

"You are delicious!" I sighed when she was done.

"Come up here," Marisa said, sounding sated. I lifted my head reluctantly and moved up the bed. 

"What now?" I asked as my cock slapped against my stomach as I moved. I was obviously excited. 

"Well, it's only fair that I reward you for doing such a good job," she smiled and then took hold of my cock and directed it to her pussy. I sunk in slowly this time and her mouth fell open as she groaned. Unable to resist, I kissed her. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths for a while before she broke the kiss and used one hand to wipe her face.

"You might want to dry your face before kissing a woman after you make her cum all over it," she grinned.

"Sorry!" I said in embarrassment as I cleaned my face.

"Don't be," she said. "I don't mind my own taste, but some women don't like it."

"So, you've tasted yourself before?" I asked, causing her to shake her head.

"What do you think?" she grinned sexily. In answer, I reached between us and made my fingers wet with her juices.

"I think you're one horny bitch who'll try anything once!" I laughed, sticking my wet fingers into her mouth. "Twice if you like it!"

Mrs. Tyler didn't bother responding. She was too busy licking my fingers clean. I started stroking my cock in and out of her. She smiled up at me and kept on sucking my fingers. I pulled them out and made them wet with her juices again. Marisa grabbed my hand and brought my sticky fingers back to her mouth. Her eyes locked with mine as she worked my fingers in and out.

I wet my fingers once more a few minutes later and let her lick them clean again before my threatening orgasm forced me to focus on my own satisfaction. Mrs. Tyler didn't resist when I picked up the speed of my thrusts and used both hands to prop myself up. In fact, she smiled happily and wrapped her legs around my back.

It wasn't long before I was slamming into her pretty hard. Marisa raked her nails along my back. It wasn't hard enough to break the skin, but it certainly let me know how excited she was!

"I'm close! Are you ready?" I asked, fighting my own orgasm.

"Not yet!" she cried. "Slow down and let me catch up with you!" 

I groaned, but slowed my pace. It wasn't easy. I wanted to cum inside of her so badly! She saw my expression and laughed gently.

"Don't worry," Marisa said, obviously reading my mind. "You'll be able to fill me soon. I want it just as much as you do! The only different is that I know it will be better if we orgasm together."

I nodded and forced my strokes to become slower and longer. She obviously liked the change because she started moaning on each down stroke. I regained control of my pending orgasm.

A few moments later I smiled in satisfaction as I watched Marisa's face. Her passion was building. More important, I was causing it to do so. Knowing that fact made me feel good. It was one hell of a charge giving pleasure to beautiful woman!

The previous times I had sex were normally rushed. There was usually a real fear of being caught. That was exciting in it's own way, but it didn't really let you focus on pleasuring your partner. 

This time Mrs. Tyler and I had all night and she obviously planned on getting as much out of it as I did. I didn't have a problem with that. My smile grew as I realized how much I liked making a woman orgasm! 

Don't get me wrong, I fully planned on cumming as many times as humanly possible during the night, but I was learning just how important and enjoyable it was to take my partner along with me. I promised myself that I was going to learn everything Mrs. Tyler offered to teach me, and I was going to do so by making her orgasm with each new lesson!

"I'm ready," Marisa said a little later. "You can pick up the pace." I did and she gasped.

"Feel good?" I smiled knowingly.

"It feels incredible!" she groaned. "Your hard cock fills me perfectly. It stretches me in all the right places!"

"Why Mrs. Tyler, do you like talking dirty during sex?" I grinned.

"Only when someone is fucking me as hard and as deep as you are!" she laughed briefly, but it quickly turned into a groan.

"So, then talk," I said. She looked up and I saw her eyes flash.

"What do you want me to say?" she asked rhetorically. "Do you want me to tell you that I haven't been this wet in years? Do you want to hear how your cock is so much bigger than Mr. Tyler's? I plan on fucking you to exhaustion tonight. Would hearing that be enjoyable?"

"Yes to all the above!" I groaned.

"Good!" she gasped. "Because then you'll probably love hearing me say that despite the fact that I'm your best friend's mother and old enough to be your own, I'm the most passionate woman you've ever met! And for the rest of the night, I'm all yours!"

"Longer than that!" I growled, causing Marisa to moan. I was slamming into her pussy hard enough for it to hurt a little, but it didn't seem to bother either one of us.

Mrs. Tyler pulled me down on top of her and kissed my lips feverously. A moment later she bit them and then thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. She was like a wild woman! My weight was crushing the air from her lungs, but she refused to release me. 

Eventually I was able to break free and what I saw in her eyes touched a deep animalistic place in me. Her normal 'fuck me' look was there, but it was surrounding and enmeshed in a look of pure passion and lust.

"Do you want me to cum now?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes!" she whispered throatily as she grabbed my ass and pulled me as deep as I could go, but I held off.

"Then I want you to play with your clit while I fill you!" I demanded. 

Mrs. Tyler didn't hesitate for a moment. She released my ass and stuck both of her hands between us. Her left hand came back up a moment later. Her fingers were covered in her cum. She sucked them into her mouth with a lust filled grin.

She licked them until they were clean and then switched hands. This time the fingers of her right hand were in her mouth and her left hand was playing with her pussy. I could feel it. In fact, she was getting most of her fluids on her fingers by wrapping them around my cock as I stroked in and out of her.

"You're supposed to be playing with your clit," I said. "Not holding my cock."

"But I like to hold your cock while you're fucking me," she argued with a groan. "Besides, it gets my fingers sticky and wet so that I can taste my excitement!"

"You do taste amazing," I admitted. Marisa smiled and the next time she switched hands she thrust her fingers into my mouth instead of her own. I groaned and licked them clean.

"It's time!" I growled a few moments later.

"Do it!" Marisa cried in agreement.

I fell forward and kissed Mrs. Tyler passionately. I grabbed hold of her shoulders and held on as I pounded into her pussy. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and I could feel her nails digging into my back as my cum boiled free.

"I can feel it!" Marisa cried in amazement. "I can feel your hot cum filling me!"

"Cum with me!" I demanded.

"Yes!" she nearly screamed as her orgasm took her.

Mrs. Tyler shivered and shook under me for a long time. That was okay because I was having my own problems regaining control of my body. I'd never cum so hard in my entire life!

I rolled off of Marisa and lay there panting uncontrollable. She was in the same shape. It literally took almost five minutes before we had enough control to speak again.

"We have to do that again!" were Mrs. Tyler's first words. 

"Do you think we can?" I asked with a shake of my head. Marisa leaned up just enough for me to see her face. 

I looked into her eyes and tilted my head slightly. They no longer had that 'fuck me' look. Now they seemed playful. I suddenly realized just how lucky I was having Mrs. Tyler to teach me.

"This really is going to be a long night," I said with a shake of my head.

"You have no idea!" she laughed. "Before we're done, you aren't going to be able to do anything tomorrow but float in the pool as you recover! Me too!"

"Promises, promises," I joked.

"I always keep my promises," she replied. I took one look at her and laughed. She frowned and asked, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I replied. "I just can't believe the 'fuck me' eyes are back! I thought you'd be exhausted."

"Hardly!"

I groaned, but it was a happy groan. The rest of that night was going to be one of the best experiences of my life. I just knew it!



Mrs. Tyler Teaches Ch. 02



"Tim and his father come back tomorrow," Mrs. Tyler said with a gentle sigh as we lay by the pool. It was still early. The sun hadn't reached its zenith yet.

"I know," I said, my disappointment obvious in my tone.

"It's probably a good thing," she added with a smile. "We could probably both use the rest."

"We rested yesterday!" I protested.

"You had to spend the day at home. Your parents were starting to notice how much time you've been spending here."

"I know, I know," I nodded, not really agreeing, but understanding her rational.

"Besides," she said, smiling once more. "Some of us aren't as young as we used to be. We need more than twenty-four hours to recoup from the week we've shared."

"Bull!" I laughed. "If anyone needs a rest, it's me. I've barely been able to keep up with you!"

"Well then," she shrugged. "Be happy. You'll be getting a break soon enough." 

"I said 'if anyone needs a rest', but neither of us does."

"But after tomorrow..." Marisa began.

"...we'll just have to be more circumspect," I finished.

"I know we thought we could keep this up, but it's not realistic," she said sadly.

"Sure it is," I insisted. "I'm leaving for college soon and my school is only an hour away. I'll be coming home often enough. Besides, there's a nice hotel in town. You'll have to come visit."

"You'll have coeds to play with by then," she argued. "You won't need me."

"I don't need you now," I said surprising her. "But I sure as hell want you! And I will until you chase me away."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Marisa asked.

"Please!" I snorted. "Word of your pending divorce is already starting to get around. Last night I overheard my father and Mr. Owens talking about the fact that you'd be back on the market soon."

"Frank Owens?" Marisa asked with a frown. He was a nice guy whose wife left him a couple of years before. "He's interested in me?"

"Of course he is! I keep trying to tell you, they're going to flock to your door."

"You're crazy!" she laughed.

"Maybe," I shrugged. "But that doesn't mean I'm wrong. Pop and Mr. Owens decided that it would be smart to wait a respectable month after Mr. Tyler leaves before calling on you, but I'm betting Mr. Owens will be over before Mr. Tyler's car gets off the block!"

"Frank's not really my type," Marisa said thoughtfully.

"Sure he is," I insisted. "But even if he's not there will be others. My mother has been on the phone planning blind dates for you for almost week. She and her friends have every eligible bachelor lined up."

"The women of this neighborhood really need to learn to mind their business," Marisa said, sounding annoyed, but then she sighed and added, "I guess they're well meaning."

"You think so?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think what they're doing is in part out of kindness," I replied. "But I also think the married woman around here don't want a divorcee that looks like you in the neighborhood. It's too tempting to their 'happily' married husbands!"

"You are so bad!" Marisa laughed.

"Of course, none of them realize it's their sons they should worry about!" I joked.

"That's not really funny," she said with a frown. I shrugged. I knew she was sensitive about what happened, but that wasn't going to stop me from teasing her a little. 

"Actually, what they really should be doing is lining up their sons to take lessons from you!" I laughed. "In fact, maybe their husbands too!"

"You bastard!" Mrs. Tyler cried, but a moment later she burst out in laughter. "You are going straight to hell!"

"Save me a spot," I retorted.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to send you home!" she threatened, but Marisa was still laughing.

"Wouldn't you rather see if I've learned what you spend the week diligently teaching me?" I asked, smiling knowingly. Mrs. Tyler looked into my eyes and hesitated before shaking her head.

"That's one thing I didn't teach you, but you picked it up anyway," she said.

"What?"

"The 'fuck me' look," she said, and then nearly giggled as she added, "Or in your case should I call it the "I going to fuck you' look?"

"Well?" I asked.

"Why don't we go inside?" she replied.

"I thought you'd never ask!" I cried, making my way to the ladder.

I got out of the pool and helped Marisa up the ladder. We took a moment to dry before going inside.

"Where to?" I asked.

"Your choice," she smiled. "We've done it in just about every room of the house this past week. Which was your favorite?"

"Hmm," I said rubbing my chin and trying hard not to laugh. "Let me think."

"Hard decision?" she asked.

"Well, the kitchen table was fun, but I don't think it will survive another go," I answered. "Tim's bedroom was a bit much."

"You didn't seem to mind at the time," Marisa grinned. I shrugged. She was right. I hadn't minded it at the time, but as hot as the idea of fucking Tim's mother in his bed was, I felt really guilty later. 

"The garage and basement were enjoyable, but not really worth repeating," I said.

"How about the attic?" Marisa jokingly asked.

"I'm still itchy from the last time!" I laughed. A piece of the insulation fell on me during our session up there and made my sweaty back itchy as hell. It led to a quick shower. That was an idea! "How about the shower?"

"We just spent an hour in the pool. I'm not really in the mood," Mrs. Tyler replied. She saw me holding my towel and suddenly smiled seductively and grabbed it. "I'll throw these in the dryer while you decide."

It seemed odd to me, but I shrugged as she disappeared down the hall. I was still waffling on my decision when I realized that Mrs. Tyler was gone a lot longer than was necessary to throw two towels in the dryer. I frowned and made my way down the hall to the laundry room. I could hear the dryer going, but I could also hear Marisa moaning.

"Of course!" I said to myself, slapping my forehead. "We never did it in the laundry room!"

I entered the small room and saw Mrs. Tyler sitting on the dryer playing with herself. She looked at me and smiled sexily. My cock hardened instantly.

"My parents always thought it was cute that I used to lay on the dryer when I was young and fall asleep," she said. "But do you want to know the real reason why I used to fall asleep on it? Do you want to know why I sometimes still fall asleep on the dryer?"

"Sure," I shrugged, not sure where this was going.

"Do you promise not to tell anyone?" she asked. "I'd be mortified if anyone ever found out! I'm not sure why I'm telling you now." Marisa never stopped playing with herself as we spoke.

"Tell me," I said. "You know I won't tell anyone."

"Because the dryer vibrates and throw off a lot of heat," she groaned. "It's like one big vibrator! I had my first orgasm on my parents' dryer!" I stood silently shaking my head for a few moments.

"You do know you're one horny bitch?" I finally laughed.

"This week with you has reminded me of the fact," she giggled, despite her pending orgasm. "Now come here and finish me!"

"Yes, Mrs. Tyler," I said, causing her to frown. 

Marisa said she didn't like it when I called her that, but I thought that her kinkier side did, and that was definitely the side in control if she was sitting on a dryer and thinking of it as a giant vibrator!

I leaned forward and replaced the fingers at her pussy with my tongue. After a week of almost constant sex I knew exactly what she liked. My tongue brushed up and down the length of her pussy a few times before I concentrated on her jutting clit. I reached up with one hand and squeezed her breasts very hard. 

She normally preferred me to gently caress her tits, but not when I was working her clit with my tongue. Marisa liked me to squeeze hard then, so hard in fact, that I would never have done so without her insistence that first time.

"Oh yes!" she cried. "I'm so close!"

I used the fingers of my other hand and pushed two on them in just deep enough for her pussy to flex against them. That was all it took! Marisa came and drenched my fingers and mouth. I continued to lick her until she was done.

"No more!" she finally gasped. "I'm spent!"

"Just how spent are you?" I asked as I stood and dropped my bathing suit, letting my cock pop free. Mrs. Tyler took one look at me hard member and smiled.

"Not that spent!" she giggled. Her laughter quickly turned into a moan when I moved between her legs and pushed my rock hard cock deep into her pussy. Marisa wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hung on as started stroking on and out of her. I grabbed her thighs and held her on the edge of the dryer.

"So Mrs. Tyler, how does it feel to have an eighteen year old cock buried deep in your pussy?" I asked. "How does it feel to benefit from all those lessons you gave me this past week?"

"It feels so good!" she cried.

"I'm lucky that you decided to share your forty-five years of experience with me!" I groaned, shoving myself deep and picking up the pace significantly. I was surprised at how quick my orgasm was building. "Just think about how lucky my next girlfriend is going to be!"

"You want to know the truth?" she gasped out. Mrs. Tyler was close to another orgasm herself. "I ran out of real experiences after the second ort third day! I've been making it up as I go ever since!"

"In that case," I groaned. "You have some imagination!"

"Thanks!" she said between gritted teeth. She was really fighting her orgasm.

"Maybe you can use some more of that imagination later?" I prompted.

"Maybe!" she cried barely controlling her breathing. "Now shut up and cum with me! I want to feel your cock fill me!"

"Yes mam," I groaned. "One eighteen year old filling your tight and wet pussy with cum, right...about...NOW!"

I grunted and came hard. I literally lifted Mrs. Tyler off the dryer as my orgasm hit. She held on tight as she joined me. I could feel her pussy spasm along the length of my cock. My cock, balls and thigh were suddenly drenched in her juices.

I barely got her back onto the dryer when I was done. We hugged as we both fought for our breath. I felt spent, but happy as I leaned against her and the dryer.

"I know Mr. Tyler and Tim are due back tomorrow," I said. "But so you think we can meet somewhere after dinner?"

"You're insatiable!" Marisa grinned.

"I'm also serious," I insisted.

"I know," she laughed. "That's what makes it funny!"

"So, can we meet?" I asked.

"I'll have to cheek my schedule," she joked. "Mr. Tyler is leaving tomorrow after they get back. He already has an apartment across town. However, based on what you said earlier, I may not have time for you because I'll be fighting off the droves of men waiting for his departure tomorrow night."

"Very funny," I sighed.

"Who knows," she grinned. "Maybe I'll call Frank Owens."

"I thought you said he wasn't your type?" I asked.

"Maybe, maybe not," she shrugged. "But he's a good looking guy and I bet he's got a big..."

"Okay! Okay!" I interjected quickly. "I get the joke."

"Would it bother you that much if I did call him?" Marisa asked after she stopped laughing.

"Yes and no," I shrugged. "I'd be a little jealous that he's getting what I want, but if you think he'll make you happy, then I'm happy for you."

"Don't worry," she smiled. "I may date Frank eventually, but I'll probably wait a few months before officially going back on the market."

"You'll be dating by the end of the month," I insisted. "You'll be too busy with me until then, but once I'm at college I'm sure Mr. Owens or some other lucky guy is in for a big surprise." Marisa shrugged, not really agreeing or disagreeing.

"You do realize that with Tim coming home it's going to be damn near impossible for us to get together?" she asked.

"That's only half the problem," I sighed. "I have to figure out how to be around you without letting on. Every time you look at me with those 'fuck me' eyes I'll be hard pressed not to jump you!"

"We'll figure something out," Marisa said. "For right now, let's plan on seeing each other Tuesday night. Tim's supposed to be spending that night helping his father organize his new apartment."

"We have to wait that long?" I frowned, causing her to laugh.

"You know, you haven't seen Betsy Warren in a week," she said as she got down from the dryer. "Maybe it's time you had a date with her and showed her some of the things you've learned."

"Are you serious?" I asked. Mrs. Tyler looked at me carefully.

"I am," she finally said. "You were here this week when I needed you, and I want to thank you for that."

"No thanks necessary!" I smiled. "I definitely gained more than it cost me."

"Maybe, but that doesn't make me any less appreciative," she smiled in return. "This week was incredible! You've done wonders for my confidence and reminded me what it feels like to really live. You'll always hold a special place in my heart because of it."

"But..." I said in a leading tone.

"But, I think you're right and although we'll probably get together for a while, eventually we'll both need to move on. That is unless you want to become Tim's step father?"

"God no!" I cried, surprising myself by laughing. "I don't know why I'm laughing! It's not really that funny."

"Sure it is," Marisa said in disagreement. "At least on some levels."

"If you say so," I shrugged.

"So, are you going to call Betsy?" she asked as she took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

"If that's what you want," I replied.

"It is," she smiled. "That lucky bitch!"

"You know," I laughed. "There's a good chance she won't talk to me. I haven't called her in a week."

"She'll talk to you," Marisa said knowingly. "And once you get her alone and show her some of the things you've learned, she'll be yours for life!"

"Well, my parents are going out of town tomorrow night," I said thoughtfully. "I was going to suggest you come by, but I can call Betsy instead."

"You do that," Mrs. Tyler smiled. "Heck, maybe I'll stop by later if I get bored."

"Really?" I asked in surprise.

"Probably not," she laughed. "But you never know. Now, let's get back to our last night together before Tim and his father come home."

Marisa lay down on her bed and beckoned me to her similarly to the way she did that first night. This time I got on top of her and kissed her lips as we hugged. It wasn't long before my cock was hard enough for it to slip between her legs. I worked it in and out of her slowly.

"You really have gotten quite good at this," she gasped at one point.

"I owe it all to you, teach!" I joked. She rolled her eyes, but didn't comment. Her orgasm was too close for words. 

I slowly rode her through her first orgasm. Marisa had a satisfied glow afterward, but didn't stop me. We spent a long time kissing before her next orgasm grew close. I picked up the pace and it wasn't long before she came again. This orgasm was stronger than the last and she pushed me off of her afterward.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," she replied, and then grinned and added, "But I think I know what you want."

"What?" I asked with a grin of my own. Marisa rolled onto her hands and knees.

"You want to do it the way we did the first time," she said knowingly. "You want to take me hard."

"Only if you're up for it," I said.

"Aren't I always?" she smiled sexily. "Come on, look into my eyes. What do you see?"

"I see a gorgeous woman whose eyes are demanded that I fuck her," I smiled.

"Exactly!" she laughed. "The harder the better!"

"In that case," I said, getting behind her and pushing my still hard cock into her from behind. "Get ready for the ride of your life!"

"Oh yeah!" she moaned as I slammed deep. I grabbed her hips and really started slamming into her. 

Marisa came again a few minutes later and I still wasn't ready to let go. If nothing else, the last week had done wonders for my staying power!

"Do you want to try something new my sick little imagination came up with?" she asked when she was able to speak again.

"Of course!" I grinned.

Marisa stopped holding herself up and let her shoulders fall to the bed. This made her ass stick even father up in the air. I thought that was all she had in mind, but a moment later she placed both of her hands at the small of her back. It was obviously a submissive position. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. 

"Go ahead!" she laughed. "You know you want to!" And I did.

I grabbed her two wrists with one hand and picked up the pace of my fucking. Marisa had her face buried in the bed sheets, but I could hear her cry out with each thrust. The only problem was I wanted to hear her cries without them being muffled by the bed.

I grabbed each of her wrists with one of my hands and pulled her up. This caused her arms to be out behind her and her back arched. It didn't really look all that comfortable for Marisa, but on the other hand she wasn't complaining. In fact, she obviously liked what I was doing.

"That's it!" she cried. "Ride me!"

I slammed into her over and over again. Marisa couldn't really move to meet my thrusts in her current position, but that was okay. I was moving hard and fast enough for both of us! My hips crashed into her ass with every thrust. My balls slapped against her clit with a loud smack. It was just one of the many sounds that drove me to fuck Marisa with everything I had. 

Mrs. Tyler's profile was all I could make out of her face. It was enough. Her expression was locked in pure passion and pleasure! Her heavy breasts were in constant motion.

"Tell how it feels!" I demanded.

"It...feels...so...good!" Mrs. Tyler gasped out between strokes. She tried to say more, but couldn't get the words out.

"You love being ridden this way!" I growled. "You love being taken!"

"Yes!" she was able to get out.

I started grunting with each thrust, trying to drive my cock even deeper! Of course, at this point it couldn't really go any deeper, but both of us obviously enjoyed my attempt.

"Cumming!" Marisa cried a few moments later. I could feel her juiced spray against my cock and balls.

I held her arms and rode her hard for a couple of moments longer, but Mrs. Tyler was thrashing about and screaming as her orgasm hit. I didn't want to dislocate one of her shoulders, so I let go. She flopped to the bed and continued to quake in orgasm. The bed once again muffled her screams, but I didn't care this time.

I grabbed her surprisingly narrow hips and started fucking her pussy so fast that my hips blurred. My balls were hitting her clit so hard that they actually hurt!

"Oh no!" Marisa cried. "I'm cumming again!"

She rolled into another orgasm and this time I slammed deep and joined her. My cum spewed as deep as possible into her pussy.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" Marisa cried out. "Fill me!"

I continued to pump in and out of her until both our orgasm subsided. It was a surprisingly long time.

"You've ruined me for other men," Mrs. Tyler groaned as I flopped down on the bed beside her.

"You?" I asked in amazement. "How do you think a typical eighteen year old is going to deal with what you taught me?"

"She be the luckiest eighteen year old in the world!" Marisa laughed. "Betsy Warren doesn't know what she's in for!"

"No, she doesn't," I laughed.

"Of course, I wouldn't try that last thing we did anytime soon," Marisa said with a shake of her head as she slowly dropped her ass and rolled around so that she was sitting. She rolled her shoulders around a couple of times, obviously seeing if her arms were okay.

"You're not hurt, are you?" I asked in concern.

"Now you ask?" she teased, but then seeing my expression, she smiled gently and added more seriously, "I'm fine. This old body just isn't used to being twisted into a pretzel."

"That old body nearly killed this young one," I said in reply. "I can barely move!"




Mrs. Tyler Teaches Ch. 02



"Good!" Marisa smiled. "Maybe that will hold you until Tuesday."

"Tuesday?" I joked. "I was thinking that the night was only about half over."

"You can't possible want to go again!" she laughed.

"Not yet," I admitted. "But soon. After all, it is our last night together before Tim and your husband get back."

"Forget it!" she cried as she finished stretching and lay down next to me. "I'm spent."

I didn't bother arguing with her. Instead, I leaned over and kissed Mrs. Tyler. She laughed at first and tried to push me away, but it wasn't long before she stopped fighting and started returning my kisses. We remained that way for such a long time that my lips actually started hurting, but I refused to stop until Marisa was ready.

A few minutes later she rolled on top of me and reached between us. She directed my semi-cock to her pussy and rubbed the head up and down, getting it wet once again.

"I thought you were too spent to go again?" I asked with a smile.

"Me too," Marisa shrugged, returning my smile. "But you can get this old body to do more than should be humanly possible."

"Not me," I argued. "You." She didn't say anything, but her smile grew.

My cock was now wet and hard once again. Mrs. Tyler sank down on it slowly. We both sighed when I was all the way in. She started moving very slowly. Neither of us was in a rush and as always, it felt wonderful to be buried in her pussy.

"Thank you," I said after a few minutes.

"For what?" she smiled as she looked down at me.

"Everything," I replied. She seemed to understand, which was good because I wasn't quite sure what I was trying to say.

"You're welcome," she smiled.

I reached up and gently caressed her full breasts. Marisa leaned forward a little and began to sway, causing her nipples to brush against my face and lips. After a little while of this I took a firmer grip on her breasts and directed them to my mouth one at a time. She moaned slightly and picked up the pace as my tongue worked her nipples. 

Eventually I had to let go of her breasts because she wanted to pick up the pace further and couldn't do it comfortably with me holding her tits to my mouth. She placed her hands on my chest to hold her body up and started seriously bouncing on my cock. I used my hands to rub her round ass cheeks as she rode me.

"That's it Mrs. Tyler!" I groaned. "Ride my hard eighteen year old cock!"

"Call...me...Marisa!" she cried as she bounced. I nodded. She wasn't in a playful mood. She wanted me to treat her like the beautiful woman she was, not like an older woman who took advantage of a young man. 

"Marisa, you look amazing," I said seriously. "I doubt any woman will ever make me feel the way you do. I wish there was a way we could be together forever! "

"Me...too!" she cried. "Age...difference." I knew what she meant.

"I know," I sighed. "But for the rest of tonight lets forget the difference in our ages. Let's make believe we're the same age. In fact, let's enjoy each other with no thought about our age or tomorrow. Let's just forget the outside world altogether."

"Yes!" she cried. I smiled as I watched her expression. Her orgasm was close, but she was fighting it. Suddenly I felt a strong urge to see her face enveloped in the passion and desire it showed when she came. 

"Stop fighting it! I want to watch you cum!" I said.

"Soon!" she gasped out in reply.

"No! Now!" I demanded. I took her hips in my hands and started thrusting up into her.

Marisa facial expression turned to startlement as my hips blurred. My strokes were short and hard and there was no way she could hold out against the orgasm that took her. The look of pure and unadulterated passion that filled her expression was more than I could hope for!

She fell to my chest, but I didn't let go of her hips. I continued to slam up into her until my own orgasm took me. I pulled her hips to mine and ground her pussy down against my cock when I finally came.

Marisa was half asleep on my chest when I was finally able to focus again. Instead of moving or shifting her off of me, I remained quiet and still, enjoying the feel of her against me.

"You have to go home," Mrs. Tyler said a few minutes later. Her voice was groggy from the sleep that threatened.

"Shh," I replied. "I'm still not done pretending that we're the only two people in the world."

I thought she was going to argue, but instead she snuggled into my chest and sighed. A few minutes later I could hear her breathing deepen even more. Marisa was asleep. I smiled sadly as I enjoyed the feel of her on top of me.

"It's too bad we have to pretend," I said gently, for the moment honestly wishing we were the only two people on the planet. 

I knew tomorrow would come and I would see Betsy Warren again. I also felt surprisingly certain that Marisa would find someone closer to her age that would make her happy. Yet, for tonight we had each other and no one else. I squeezed her gently. It was enough.