5 comments/ 86351 views/ 5 favorites It's Just a Matter of Time By: Ronnie Wachuka If your looking for a short stroke story, this probably ain't it although the sex will come in good time. ______________________ Repressing a sigh she tried to concentrate her thoughts on Mr. English, the lawyer seated behind the desk before her. She watched carefully as he opened an envelope and began to remove what appeared to be a mountain of legal forms and documents. Feeling a soft small hand touching her own she looked down at the two children seated on either side of her. Worry ran rampant through her mind as she studied their faces to see how they were handling this latest episode of their young lives. To offset the stress that they must surely feel she softly took hold of the hands of her new charges and warmly clasped them in reassurance. For a moment John English's thoughts slipped back to the time that he'd represented her in her divorce from that most evil scamp Samuel P. Sloan. He'd been approached by Gordon and Ruth Ann Stewart, and even Henrietta Stewart (Gordon's mother, known to one and all as Henry) when the divorce had turned ugly indeed. Before it was over almost four years had elapsed, the Postal Inspectors, IRS, and FBI had been brought in, and he'd had to bring in a friend who was a tax attorney whose specialty was federal tax law. Shaking his thoughts off, the elderly lawyer began to speak in that terribly confusing language known and understood only in the legal community. Looking at Mrs. Brewster who was seated before him, he could tell by her confused look she hadn't understood a word he'd said. Changing his language to plain English he gave Mrs. Brewster the long and short of the legal documents: Due to the deaths of their parents, and their being no relatives on either side of the Stewart Family, Matt and Hope Stewart were now placed under the care of Mrs. Amy Brewster as their legal guardian until such time as they turned 18 or if they attended university, until they graduated. Mr. English would oversee the family funds and deposit a check in her account each month for the care and maintenance of the children, reimbursement to her for her agreement to remain at home to raise the children, and the maintenance of their abode. When he mentioned the monthly sum she gasped. She couldn't possibly spend that much money, but the lawyer waived her protests aside, saying that the monthly payment also included enough money for her needs and to ensure that the home they lived in was properly maintained. He concluded his remarks while pushing a set of keys across the desk. "These are the keys to the Stewart home. Remove what you will and tag what the children might like in later life so that it can be placed in storage. The house and the remaining contents will be sold with the monies deposited in the account towards their future schooling." He assured Mrs. Brewster that there was more then sufficient funds to ensure that the two children would not have a problem paying for their future education. Rising, she pocketed the keys and turned to her new charges. The look of sadness on their faces and the tears silently rolling down their cheeks almost broke her heart. Kneeling she gathered the two youngsters in her arms hugging them to her as she tried to hide her own tears. Her heart was broken and she wanted, no needed, to cry in anguish over the loss of the two people, outside of her sister Ella, she most loved in the world. Knowing that this was not an option as she had to remain strong for the sake of the children, she buttoned their coats to protect them from the blustery Winter weather, softly kissed their cheeks, and gathering them up, headed for the door and home. Later that evening after feeding, bathing, and putting the children to bed she sat on the sofa with her legs drawn under her while she sipped a glass of Chablis, listened to the soft strains of Mozart, and made up a list of things that needed to be done. Amy was and is a list person. Her endless lists of this or that had been a constant source of comment by Ella, and Gordon and Ruth Ann Stewart. Tonight she was thankful for this habit as it forced her to keep her mind on business. The tears, sorrow, and hurt would come later. She'd already notified the school where she'd taught English and history that she would not be returning to her classroom as she had greater obligations now. Gordon, Ruth Ann, and she had always agreed that children needed an at-home mother to properly raise the children and it had always been understood that if anything happened, as it most assuredly had, that she would be the stay-at-home mom for the Stewart children. Next she needed to have the adult furniture removed from the children's bedrooms and replaced with their own furniture. They needed something familiar in their lives during this transitional period. Something to hang onto that was their very own even if it was in an unfamiliar home. Later she would allow them to help in decorating their rooms so that they would feel even more comfortable in their new home. She would also try to bring as much of the Stewart furnishings into the home as possible to help put the children even more at ease. Eventually she looked at the list one last time to see if she'd perhaps overlooked something. Satisfied she placed list and pen on the coffee table, refilled her glass of wine from the nearby decanter, and settled herself deeper into the sofa. Laying her head back against the pillow she finally allowed her mind to ramble where it would. Her lips curled into a small smile of familiar remembrance as her mind turned the pages of her life back to her early school days when she and Gordon Stewart were just best friends. They'd studied together at his house or hers (they only lived two houses away from each other). They'd gone to high school football, basketball, and baseball games together, attended the school dances as part of a group of themselves and their friends, and generally enjoyed each others company in a non-sexual way. Even when the gang piled into several cars to go to the drive-in movie they'd never held hands, the object being to see who could eat the most hot-buttered popcorn. They were best friends and that had been the way it was. During their Junior year their talk had started to center on college. He wanted to study Electronics and in particular the computer sciences which were increasingly being taught in the various universities. She on the other hand wanted to be a teacher specializing in English and history. They'd mutually agreed to apply to Western University. The university was situated in town which would enable them to live at home and not have to live in a dormitory. Both had applied for various grants and scholarships to help defray the costs and since they were living in state, tuition costs would be at a minimum. Thus they'd each agreed to make their application to Western. In due course they'd each received a letter of acceptance from the Student Admissions Department welcoming them to Western University as part of the Fall Freshman Class following their June graduation from high school. Her thoughts were broken by a scream and a cry from upstairs. Rushing upstairs she peered into Hope's room but Hope was huddled, up sleeping like a little ball, rolled up in her blanket. Rushing next door to Matt's room she'd found him huddled against the pillow crying and sobbing. Moving quickly to the bed she gathered him in her arms and very slowly rocked him as mothers have done from time immemorial as she hummed an old lullaby of comfort. His crying ceased as he clung to her with his tiny hands and with his cheek comfortably pressed against her breast. Not daring to put him down she moved back downstairs to turn everything off and once again moved upstairs to her bedroom where she made her preparations for bed. Scooting under her quilt she carefully placed his young body alongside hers and cuddled up next to him. Morning found all three of them cuddled together in her bed. During the week that followed Amy made the arrangements for the movers to bring the children's furniture over and to store the adult furniture in the garage, gotten Hope enrolled in the 3rd grade at the grade school in her new district, and had the children pick the toys, clothes, and things they wanted from the Stewart house. Each morning she woke to find two young bodies nestled tightly against her own. Each day she would drop Hope off at school and take Matt to the Stewart house to tag items for storage and other items to be moved to her home. The first thing she brought home was the Stewart Family photo album. this was the biggest tie the children would have to their parents and they must never be allowed to forget them. She found Gordon's and Ruth Ann's wedding photograph and had copies printed to go on the children's dressers so that they would see their parents each morning when the woke up. At night after the children were asleep she would lay back on the sofa with the music softly playing, a glass of wine in her hand, and review in her mind the events of her early life. She remembered the day Gordon and she'd enrolled at Western. To say they had been overwhelmed was to put it mildly. The Freshman class was so large that the orientation class had to be split into two sessions. The lines at the book store had been so long that they were each convinced they'd never get their necessary books and supplies. Thankfully they had shared several mandatory liberal arts classes together so that they had still been able to study together at night. The loss of their old school friends, the large mass of strangers on campus, and the huge class size in each course served to isolate them further and make them both feel like they were the only survivors of a shipwreck, clinging together in their small life raft in shark infested waters. The friendship of their youth now subtly changed. As they studied they would hold hands and when watching a movie on TV he would have his arm around her shoulder. One night he'd taken her hand and softly placed it to his lips to kiss it. The softness of his lips on her hand had literally turned her to jelly. Looking at him she'd reached over to put a hand on each cheek and pulling his face to hers she'd placed the softest, most gentle, loving kiss on his lips that he'd ever felt. To Gordon it had felt like butterfly wings gently brushing his lips. They'd kissed a few more times and then by mutual consent broke it off. Each in their own mind needed to evaluate the nights events to see where they wanted the relationship to go. Gordon rose and put his arms around her to bashfully give her a goodnight kiss as he'd headed for home. Both of them had spent a rather restless night as they'd each wrestled with this new situation. By morning they had individually decided that they could handle the sexual awareness that had previously been missing from their friendship. They'd hurried with their studies to allow as much time as possible for necking and petting. Things had been kept pretty much in check because there was always a mother present, regardless of whose house was being used for studying. Both mothers had kept an eagle eye out to keep the billing and cooing within bounds. This had all changed when Gordon's mother, Henry, informed him that she would be out of town on a business trip for a week. This information somehow had failed to get conveyed to Amy's mother, Helen. Both Gordon and Amy knew the facts of life from their sex education classes and theoretically how body parts fit together, but neither of them had ever been able to put it into practice before The first night of their investigation had found Amy with her blouse, skirt, and bra laying on the floor as Gordon cupped her heavy pendulous breasts to kiss and suck on the erect nipples. Shortly, Gordon's pants were off and his skivvy shorts around his ankles as Amy investigated his penis. She'd never seen one before and the only thought in her mind as she pulled and rubbed it was that there was no way that big stiff thing would fit into her pussy. As she'd pulled and rubbed his penis Gordon had removed her panties to investigate her vagina. Her tiny slit was weeping a fluid of some kind and as he'd pushed a finger into it he was amazed to see the outer lips puff up and part slightly to show an inner set of lips. Centered between the inner lips was a hole. At last he'd seen the place that he wanted to put his penis. Unfortunately he'd forgotten to buy condoms and he wouldn't chance getting Amy pregnant, so that night had been one of experimenting but no intercourse. He'd pushed his fingers into her vagina and began to push them in and out. Amy for her part had began to moan as her body heated up and she'd found herself at the peak of sexual ecstasy. As Gordon continued his assault of her vagina his thumb had accidently rubbed against a bump at the top end of her pussy. When he rubbed it Amy had jumped like she'd been shot and screamed at him to do it some more. In Gordon's mind had been one thought: That must be her clitoris, if I rub it harder she will really get excited and maybe she'll cum. Rubbing harder though was simply too much for Amy and she'd had to tell him to rub it softly and gently as it was just too painfully exciting. Slowing down his movements he'd felt a small nubbin growing from the middle of the bump. He'd gently rubbed it as he continued to push his fingers around in her vagina. By then Amy had begun moaning and breathing like she'd run a four minute mile. Her hand had meanwhile been busy stroking Gordon's penis. Amy's whole body suddenly stiffened as she'd climaxed. Her hand wrapped around his penis like a vise and Gordon had also exploded in his own climax. As they both returned to planet Earth Gordon had looked down at his now shrinking penis. His body was a mess, dripping a large puddle of cum unto the sofa and rug. Amy'd told him to lay still so the mess didn't get worse while she got a washcloth to clean him, the sofa, and the rug. Once everything was cleaned up they'd cuddled for a few moments until Amy remarked that it was about time for them to dress so that he could walk her home. Gordon had begun to laugh which'd caused Amy to look at him with a strange look of hurt he'd not seen before. In answer to her look he'd told her to smell the air. When she did her nostrils inhaled the scent of raw naked sex for the first time which had brought a smile to her lips. They'd both agreed that they needed to shower or Amy's mother would damn well know what they'd been up to. For the first time Amy and Gordon had showered together with some petting and groping, but they'd kept it to a much lighter level then they might otherwise have indulged in so that Amy's mother wouldn't become suspicious. When they'd arrived at Amy's house the lights were off so Mrs. Brewster must have gone to bed. As he kissed her goodnight Gordon whispered a "Thank you Jesus." They'd been twice blessed that night. Suddenly the phone rang to jar Amy from her thoughts. She grabbed it quickly so that the ringing wouldn't disturb the children. As she answered she was delighted to hear the voice of her sister Ella. After a few moments of conversation Ella got to the point, wanting to know if Amy could put her up for a week. She'd fly in next Monday and stay until Sunday morning. Amy quickly jotted down her arrival time and flight number after informing Ella that she'd have to settle for the small back bedroom as the children were now ensconced in the two larger bedrooms. Putting the phone down she resumed her seat to finish her wine when a thought struck her: The children still were pretty mopey from the loss of their parents. It might be worthwhile to give them some way to lavish their affections on something living. She'd take them to the animal pound on Saturday and let them each pick out a dog. She knew that she'd be doing most of the caring for the dogs, but if it worked it would be well worthwhile. Besides if they had a dog sleeping with them at night they might forget the need to invade her bed every night. Finishing the last of her glass of wine she locked the doors, shut everything off, and headed off to bed. Saturday rolled around, and as planned, she and the children headed to the animal pound. After much searching, petting, and scratching of ears, Hope picked out a furry little ball of white fluff which she naturally named Fluffy. For his part, Matt fell in love with a Beagle which he appropriately named Snoopy. The next stop was the pet shop to get collars and leashes, food and water bowls, and dog food. While she was about it Amy picked up two books which described the proper care and feeding of their particular breeds of pooch. Among the things she'd insisted on at the pound was that the dogs were neutered, their shots were up to date, and above all, house broke. The manager pointed out that there might be accidents as the dogs were going to be overly excited by their new surroundings and Amy needed to be aware of this. When the dogs were brought into the house all hell broke loose as the children and dogs excitedly chased each other up the stairs and down, through the living room and kitchen, and everywhere else a dog and child could fit. Amy finally chased everyone into the back yard to save her sanity. By the time supper rolled around she'd read enough of the dog care books to ensure that they were properly fed and watered. During supper she had to lay down a hard and fast rule that there would be no feeding of the dogs from the table by anyone for any reason. After supper the dogs decided it was time to take a nap. They promptly crawled up on the sofa which Amy objected to until she could get a sheet on it to keep the dog hair out of the fabric. Once the sheet was laid down the dogs and children got on the sofa and the children softly petted the pooches as they quietly and contentedly drifted off to sleep. After their baths the children went to bed with their new friends laying alongside of them. As the house grew still Amy turned the music on and poured herself a glass of wine in what she was now beginning to call "her time." Her mind drifted back to that week so long ago when Mrs. Stewart was out of town and she and Gordon mutually surrendered their virginity. As soon as their homework was completed the clothes were on the floor and the loving had begun. They'd started slowly, kissing and caressing each other. Amy'd found herself totally fascinated with Gordon's penis. How could anything be so small, grow so large and hard, yet still be so soft to the touch? For the first time she'd actually kissed it. Amy had also found out just how horny she could get when Gordon arranged his body so that he could finger her pussy and clit while he sucked her breasts and gently mouthed her nipples. After 10 or 15 minutes her pussy began running with her fluids and she'd felt she was ready for intercourse. Between She and Gordon they'd finally figured how to properly put the condom on with her performing the task as she would use any excuse to play with what she was beginning to think of as "her toy." Throwing herself flat on her back she spread her legs to endure what she'd hoped would only be a mildly painful surrender of her virginity. Gordon had stopped her with a suggestion she might wish to consider: He'd read a sex book that mentioned that it was often easier the first time if the woman was on top as she could control the action so to speak. Amy'd considered it and found that she'd liked the idea. Gordon spread a towel under his buttocks, lay his head on a pillow, and watched as Amy'd moved up over his very hard erect penis. She'd carefully lowered herself until she could feel the head slide into her pussy. It felt tight but not painful until she felt the head hit what must have been her hymen. Push as she would she couldn't get it in any deeper, until in frustration she'd finally just sat down on his penis. That had done the trick but damn it had stung. Holding very still for a few moments she'd waited until the stinging stopped and then began to slowly lower herself and to accept more of his penis deeper into her pussy. It's Just a Matter of Time When she'd felt her pubic bone touch his she'd slowly withdrawn her body until only the head penetrated her pussy. Finally she'd realized that she was beginning to feel pleasure as she moved up and down and back and forth, sliding his penis off all of the surface area of her tight wet pussy. Leaning over she'd asked Gordon to squeeze her dangling breasts and to suck the nipples, a task he'd been only too happy to comply with. By now she'd recognized that she was getting close to a climax as her breath came in gulps and her voice broke into a series of moans. Suddenly she'd lost all control as she bounced, pushed, and rotated her hips as hard and as fast as she could. When the climax occurred she'd felt her body stiffen, her eyes roll up into her head, and for the first time she'd felt her pussy clamp down on Gordon's penis like a vise. Gordon had also been about ready to cum so he'd pushed into her just as her vagina clamped tightly around his penis and that had done him in as he'd completely filled the condom with his cum. They'd showered that night in a more subdued manner then they'd done previously as they were pretty much satiated. On the way to her house he'd slipped a book in her back pack explaining that he'd been reading about oral sex and he'd asked her to read and think about it. Thinking about that night and all that had followed she could feel that her panties were thoroughly soaked and she was a very horny woman who was going to have to get herself off tonight with her "widow's friend." The following morning she ruefully woke to find two little bodies and two fur balls in her bed. Following a leisurely breakfast she got herself dressed, dressed the children, put the dogs in the basement with food and water, and headed to church. This was something Ruth Ann had been adamant about and Amy had agreed with her. The dogs were overjoyed to greet their young masters on their return from church services. Sunday lunch was served late as was Amy's custom since Sunday supper would be a light one, normally soup and a sandwich. Following lunch the children were allowed to watch TV for several hours until supper was served. Following supper Hope and Matt were given a wash-up and put to bed along with their two furry friends. As had been her custom this last week during "her time" she put some classical music on, poured a glass of wine, and settled herself on the sofa to remember times past. She thought about the book Gordon had given her the night they surrendered their virginity to each other. She'd read the sections on oral sex and even though her first time to climax had been by manual stimulation alone, it still intrigued her to think lips and hands alone could excite the body to such a high state of arousal if properly done. She was also amazed at the number of erogenous zones there were on the human body. Most especially she'd studied the section dealing with fellatio. A wicked grin lit her face as she'd imagined what she was going to do to Gordon and "her toy." That evening after the homework was finished they'd retired to Gordon's bedroom as he'd thought they would need more room to move around then the sofa provided. Soon the two lovers were nude and ensconced on the bed. Gordon had started by slowly kissing Amy's toes and ankles as he worked his way up her body. He'd paid special attention to the area behind her knees and her thighs, foregoing the obviously aroused vagina to continue up her stomach and the area around her breasts. Moving to her neck he'd gently nibbled, kissed and licked before he'd again headed south. When he'd arrived at her breasts he more then made up for lost time as he'd licked, nipped, sucked, and squeezed every inch of her breasts several times before he'd again started back down her body. When he got to her slit he'd licked it using his fingers, tongue, and lips on everything he could find, but as he'd pushed his fingers into her vagina and attacked her clitoris with his tongue he'd hit the mother load. Amy had already began to moan and breath in short harsh breaths. As he'd sucked the flesh around her clit into his mouth he'd started to lick her little nubbin with his tongue. Amy had began to scream as her body stiffened to a complete orgasm. Her legs had wrapped themselves around his head to force him more tightly into her body. Her orgasm had been so strong she'd actually had tears of joy running down her cheeks and her mouth had frozen into a grimace as her eyes rolled up into her head. If he could have viewed the whole scene he'd have seen her toes curled up with her hands clenching the sheets and pulling at them as if she were trying to dig a hole. It had seemed like hours passed before her vital signs returned to normal and yet she'd still felt like a limp wet dishrag. Happy but limp. Gordon had finally moved up to cuddle her and gently stroke her body. He wasn't about to let her totally relax as he had further plans for her body later. Amy'd felt her body again beginning to respond to his ministrations but she wasn't buying it. She'd already formed her own plan to reduce Gordon to a sniveling whimpering wreck. She'd pushed him on his back placing his arms flat on the bed with instructions to leave them there. She then began her own trail of torture starting with his ears and throat as she'd worked her way down his body kissing and licking as he'd done to her, but she had a secret weapon; her fingernails. Her nails lightly caressed his body, not to leave marks, but to excite the nerve endings just under the skin. It had worked. As her nails softly moved across his body he'd actually began to shiver, but she hadn't paid any mind as the end game had been almost in sight. When she'd gotten to his toes she'd immediately started back up his body until she came upon "her toy." Gordon had looked at her face and seen a most evil leer as she'd began to minister to his penis. First she'd licked it up and down with her tongue then very slowly she'd inserted the purple head into her mouth and licked it with her tongue. God she'd loved the power she had over him. Suddenly Gordon's body had started to stiffen in climax. She'd immediately placed her fingers around the base of the penis as the book had suggested and held tight until his desire to cum had subsided. That had been the signal for the final round. She'd swallowed as much of his penis as she could and slowly began to slide it in and out of her mouth. When she'd gotten it placed where she was comfortable she'd started to suck with all of the effort it takes to suck an extra thick malt shake through a tiny straw. As she'd started to suck her nails slowly trailed up and down his testicles. Our poor boy wanted nothing more at this point then to grab her head and bury his penis as deep in her mouth as he could until he came, but as soon as he'd begun to move his arms a look at her facial expression had convinced him that was not a wise course of action. She'd repeated everything several times and each time he'd started to cum she'd squeezed the base again until he calmed down. He had finally been reduced to begging her to let him cum. With a victorious smile she'd began to slide one hand up and down his penis, sucking him with her mouth while the nails of her free hand were raking his testicles. When he came it was so copious that try as she might she wasn't able to swallow all of it and it just flowed out of her mouth onto his pelvis and the sheets. It may not have been a record cum but it was a damn great average one. Whatever other plans Gordon might have had that night had been forgotten as he had been truly rendered hors de combat. Amy finished the last of her wine as she completed her thoughts about that week. She'd had two of the truly great climaxes of her life, Gordon had also had truly great cums two of the four nights they made love and yet there'd been no intercourse those two times. It had all been accomplished with only manual and oral stimulation. As she got up to lock the doors and turn things off Amy knew from the wetness of her panties that she would be using the "widow's friend" again tonight. The next morning she once again woke to a bed full of kids and critters. Following breakfast she made sure that Hope was dressed and prepared for school and Matt was dressed properly for the weather. Arriving at school she kissed Hope goodbye, wished her a good day, and watched her until she was safely through the school doors. Driving off she headed to the air port to pick Ella up. She had no problem with the parking and soon found herself and Matt at the arrival gate with about 10 minutes to spare. Amy took Matt by the hand and walked over to the large windows in the passenger waiting area. Matt soon became very animated as any 5 year old will be, tugging on Amy's sleeve to point out this plane landing or that one taking off with a cheerful and gleeful yelp. Suddenly their view was blocked by a large plane slowly lumbering up to the loading/unloading dock. In what seemed like hours the doors finally opened to allow the passengers to disembark. As the passengers moved into the waiting area Amy searched for her sister wondering if she would recognize her. It had been almost 13 years since she'd seen Ella, when Amy had been united in the bonds of matrimony to Samuel P. Sloan, as that snake in the grass had insisted upon being called. Suddenly her attention was directed to a tall willowy woman exiting the plane. "My god," she thought. "She's the spitting image of mother, only taller" For her part Ella immediately recognized Amy. No two sisters could possibly be so physically different, and yet they were. Amy stared in wonder at her sister. Her mind could not fathom how any woman could get off a long flight with her dark black hair perfectly arranged, her makeup still perfectly applied, and not the slightest wrinkle in her pants suit. Although Ella had immediately recognized Amy the same thought went through her mind. How could the two offspring from the same mother and father be so different? Where she was tall and thin, Amy was several inches shorter. Where her hair was black and her eyes almost as dark, Amy's dark blue eyes complimented her dishwater blond shoulder length hair. Her body was almost matronly, although not fat, not even chubby, just well built with a large bust and very shapely overall. Because Amy's hand was being held by a young boy Ella was the one to run to Amy so that they could hug each other in a long loving embrace. Finally releasing Amy she looked down at the little figure standing next to Amy. Feeling her gaze upon him Matt suddenly became very shy as he moved to hide behind Amy and he shifted his arms so that he was wrapped around a leg with only his head in view. Seeking to put him at ease Ella squatted down so that she was at eye level with him and introduced herself as she held out a hand for him to shake. Matt for his part was still somewhat reticent, but found himself warming to this friendly lady. Being this close to Matt she was finally able to get a good look at him. Her first thought was how much he looked like his father with his reddish-auburn hair and his sky blue eyes. Her second thought was that if he turns out like his father he is going to be a heart breaker. Matt having made up his mind, unwrapped an arm from around Amy's leg to solemnly shake Ella's hand. Amy tried to leave Matt with Ella while she went to get her car and drive it to the baggage pickup but he would have no part of it. So they headed to the parking lot together while Ella took the escalator down to the luggage kiosks, stopping off to confirm her car rental. Soon Ella's baggage was on board and they headed over to the rental lot. Amy drove home very carefully so that Ella wouldn't get lost. Arriving home they unloaded the luggage to carry it to Ella's bedroom. Ella pulled a shiny tooled leather executive briefcase from the car, and squatting to face Matt asked him if he would carry it into the house for her. He proudly wrapped his arms around the case to help her carry her things into the house. Rising, both Ella and Amy broke into a smile as they watched him struggling to carry what for him was a huge load up the sidewalk to the porch and finally up to the top of the steps where he triumphantly carried it into the living room. While Ella unpacked Amy made a light early lunch which was enjoyed by one and all. Following lunch they all gathered around the kitchen table to talk and sip coffee and a hot chocolate in Matt's case. They kept to light and airy subjects knowing that the things they really wanted to talk about would wait until the children were in bed. Amy decided that an afternoon bagel and cream cheese would go well, so she loaded the toaster oven, pulled the cream cheese out of the refrigerator, and placed it and several plates on the table. They sat around sipping coffee while munching the bagels. Amy had to give Matt "that look" when she caught him trying to sneak part of his bagel under the table for Snoopy and Fluffy. Finally it was time to pick Hope up so everyone piled into Amy's car and headed off to school. Once they were parked at the curb of the school grounds, all exited the car to wait for Hope. While Matt ran all over the place the ladies kept one eye on him while the other eye watched for Hope. Shortly after the school bell rang to dismiss classes Ella saw a young girl running towards the car. Studying her she realized she was seeing a young Ruth Ann, slender with blond hair blowing in the breeze with the gait of a young colt. As she drew closer Ella could see that her eyes were the same deep emerald green as her mothers and that her blond hair actually had some flecks of red through it. Truly her mother's daughter. Again her mind dwelt on the wonderment of how two siblings could be so physically different. Amy introduced Hope to Ella and they shook hands by way of saying hello. Once everyone was in the car they headed for home and supper. Ella helped with the supper as she began to learn her way around the kitchen. Following supper she even helped to bathe the children, dress them in pajamas, and get them into bed with their furry friends. Her final act was to kiss each child softly on the cheek while giving the dogs a scratch or two behind their ears. The two sisters walked downstairs, Ella heading for the living room sofa while Amy went to gather up a decanter of wine and several glasses. Slipping a 50's and 60's Pop and R&R tape into the tape deck (Ella didn't care for classical music) Amy joined her on the sofa after filling the wine glasses. Amy asked the first question. "What brings you to town Big Sis?" Big Sis and Little Sis were terms they had used ever since they could talk. They were terms of love and endearment, and were never used as a term of rancor. "Western has signed a contract with my company to set up and teach a program of advanced electronic graphics design and video imaging in its computer sciences courses. I am here to begin the process and make sure we're all on the same page. If all goes well I'll be back to help set the course up, and teach the professors and their assistants for some period of time." This last brought a smile of joy to Amy, imagining that she and her sister would finally have some time together after so many years of separation. "So how long is some time Big Sis?" "It could be up to four years. After which I can apply to Western for a position. Only problem is that Western has a two year rule which means that when the contract is up or I quit, I can't apply for a position for two years because of a possible conflict of interest." From Amy, "That stinks." "Not really, Little Sis because UCLA has already accepted me into its post graduate program and after a lot of phone conversations both Western and UCLA have assured me that all of my credits are transferable to Western and that I can complete My doctoral thesis here. That would take up most of those two years." Before Amy could frame another question Ella put forth her own. "Little Sis, were you and Gordon lovers? From your letters and our phone conversations I seemed to get that idea." Quietly Amy said, "We were." "Little Sis, When? For how long? Lastly, why did it end?" Amy gathered her thoughts as she tried to put the events into a chronological series of events that Ella would understand. Finally she spoke: "Big Sis you'd just graduated from UCLA when Gordon and I started at Western that Fall. We were both lonely and felt isolated. We had no friends at Western and we were simply overwhelmed by the huge crowds and the feeling that it was us against the world. It pulled us together into a tighter bond then we'd ever experienced before. We searched our souls and each of us felt that we could introduce a sexual friendship into our relationship. We were both fools." "What went wrong Little Sis?" "It started early in our Freshman year and went on until the early days of our Sophomore year when we both began to realize that something was wrong. We both understood at about the same time that the sexual side of the relationship was swamping and destroying the sweet loving friendship we'd built up over the years. We weren't sure that we could resurrect our friendship but we both wanted to try. At that point we stopped all sexual activity and we began to work on what we'd once had. It took us 'til the early days of our Junior year before we felt that we'd dodged a very big bullet, Big Sis." Amy now asked a question of her own; "Big Sis, Mom would never talk about it, but what went wrong with Dad?" "According to what little Mom ever said, Pop was drafted shortly after I was born in 1942. Up 'til then he'd been a kind loving husband. When the war was over and he came home, he'd changed. They now have a name for what happened to him but in those days it was tough titty. The returning veterans were expected to suck it up and the government gave a shit less. Pop started drinking and occasionally beating Mom. You were born nine months after he came home, Little Sis." Continuing on she said, "I was about 8 years old when the Korean War broke out. Pop had stayed in the Army Reserve and he just knew he was going to end up in Korea. That really set him off and one night he came home drunker and meaner then normal. He started to beat Mom and then seeing us he hit me first and then he smacked you. Mom sort of went crazy. She grabbed a rolling pin, whacked him on the head, and dropped him in his tracks. I remember her calling the police, getting an order of restraint, and phoning a lawyer to begin divorce proceedings." Carrying on she completed her story. "Pop was dragged off to jail and the cops took pictures of our welts and bruises for evidence. Somehow one of his friends made his bail and Pop took off for parts unknown. Several years later a letter arrived with an newspaper obituary saying that Pop had died under rather violent circumstances. Mom called the local authorities who sent a copy of his death certificate. The upshot was that the courts released Pop's share of the community property which allowed us to live above the poverty level and Mom was even able to give up one of the two jobs she'd been working at to support us. That's all I know Little Sis." Before Amy could ask another question Ella popped her own question. "I want to know how you, Gordon, and Ruth Ann came to be so tight, but that can wait. What I want to know now is why you married the Ass Hole of the World, Samuel P. Sloan, in spite of every warning that was given to you by everyone you knew, including Mom, Gordon, and Ruth Ann, Little Sis?" This last was spat out with a venomous hiss of pure raw hatred. The sum total of the questions put to her finally released the flood gates. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed and her body shook from the terrible feelings of sorrow, rage, loneliness, and all of the other emotions the body and mind are heir to. It's Just a Matter of Time Ella immediately scooted down the sofa to gather her sister up and comfort her. The problem was that she now found the tears also running down her own cheeks and they were each crying and sobbing in common sorrow and misery. Amy had known that the last question would be numbered in Ella's top ten and even with much forethought she was still hesitant to reply, but years of self-reflection had allowed her to better understand why and what she'd done to mess up her life so badly. Gathering herself together she tried to address Ella's questions, but through it all she would pause to cry for a bit even as her loving Big Sis held her tightly to her breast. She started , "Big Sis, you have to understand that in the middle of our Junior year Gordon met Ruth Ann Blevin. By mid-term of our Senior Year they were engaged and shortly after graduation were married. I was even Maid of Honor at their wedding. I remember standing at the Altar rail while the wedding pictures were taken." "The relationship we all had was based on Gordon's and my friendship, which Ruth Ann graciously allowed to continue. I think that she suspected we'd been lovers because she kept a very close eye on us until she'd satisfied herself that our friendship was not sexual in nature. Once she was satisfied she and I began to develop our own loving friendship that over the years proved to be almost as strong as yours and mine." "Regardless, with the pair of them wed I was essentially foot loose and fancy free. That was when Sam made his move on me. He was the quintessential snake oil salesman and he swept me off my feet. In spite of the warnings and reservations by one and all I fell under his spell and we were married that Summer of 1970. Thank God it wasn't in the church where Gordon and Ruth Ann were wed, that would have been too much. Besides I think if he'd stood at that Altar and taken his vows, a bolt of lightning would have struck him down." She continued, 'It all fell apart on our second wedding anniversary when he came home drunk and tried to beat me." "I had a faint remembrance of Dad beating us and I wasn't going to stand for it. I called the police, got a restraining order, and filed for divorce. In the midst of all of this it turned out he had some secret funds and accounts from some illegal activities which he'd tried to move to some very secret accounts in some off-shore islands to keep from having to split any of it with me in a community property settlement." "The result of his efforts was to bring the Postal Inspectors, FBI and IRS into the affair. he was now fairly busted. At first I had to sit and answer a lot of questions because I was his wife and that made me appear to be guilty by marriage. Gordon, Ruth Ann, and Henry finally got John English to act as my lawyer. Before it was over, and you have to understand over meant almost 4 years, Mr. English had to bring in a tax lawyer to help sort things out." "Before it ended Ruth Ann was pregnant and gave birth to Hope, and Henry sat down to watch TV one night, fell asleep, and never woke up. She was the last relative in the Stewart and Blevin families, which is how I came to be the legal guardian for Hope and Matt, Big Sis." What finally ended it and how did it end, Little Sis?" "The tax lawyer was really good and was finally able to prove I'd had no previous knowledge. The IRS fined Sam and confiscated a large portion for back taxes. Part of what was left was paid out as restitution by a Federal Court. The same court was finally able to determine how much of the remainder had been accumulated during our marriage and awarded me half of it. Mr. English sued for the remainder as part of he and the tax lawyer's legal fees for services rendered. Samuel P. Sloan was now dead broke and headed for jail." "Little Sis I never heard about a trial. Did he plead guilty for some reason?" For the first Amy smiled. "Big Sis, the two lawyers had to explain it to me several times before I finally understood what happened." " He was under indictment on a whole raft of violations of IRS Laws, Postal Regulations, and not a few other federal laws. They'd simply explained to him that he was going to be an old man before he got out of jail. The only question was how old. If he pleaded guilty his sentences for each and every count would be served concurrently with no time off for good behavior. If he fought the indictments and was found guilty his sentences would be served consecutively, again with no good time. For good measure several lawyers from the state attorney general's office had also turned up to point our that if he fought the indictments they had a few charges that they were going to throw into the hopper. Samuel P. Sloan, pleaded guilty on all counts. He is now in a federal prison, has been for a number of years, and will be for a goodly number more. It seems he tried some shenanigans in prison and got several more years added to his sentence." The last having cheered both of them up they sat side by side holding hands and drinking the last of their wine to the strains of Brooke Benton singing his very appropriate and immortal song "It's Just a Matter of Time." -An aside: Brooke Benton was a truly astounding vocalist. his vocal range ran from a deep bass to almost a true tenor. Something not to be believed until you actually listened to him sing.- The years progressed: Ella sold her California condo, bought a lovely 3 bedroom condo just off-campus, while her career proceeded as she had predicted. She finally obtained her Ph.D. in Computer Sciences and shortly after was accepted in the Computer Sciences Department at Western with a full professorship. 3 years later she was tenured and several years later she would find herself occupying the department head's chair. The fact that she met Professor Bert Higgens, a professor of Mathematics sometime in the late 1980's was something she tried to hide from Amy. Fat chance! The two were married in the Summer of 1992 in the same church and at the same Altar where Gordon and Ruth Ann had exchanged their vows years before, with Amy this time standing tall and proud as the Matron of Honor for her Big Sis. At the reception Ella unashamedly (well, with just a bit of shame) ruthlessly tried to play match-maker, introducing Amy to several of Bertie's fellow professors. Amy finally had to take Big Sis in hand to explain that she was not currently interested or available to develop any relationships for several reasons not the the least of which was that Matt was about to begin his Freshman year in high school while Hope was finishing her Senior year and she was simply not available until she'd complied fully with her promises to Gordon and Ruth Ann and Matt graduated from high school. Perhaps then . . . Perhaps then . . .? Ella did some quick mental calculations and quickly placed several marks on her mental calendar. It was her intention to ensure that Amy's bad taste about marriage because of That Ass Hole of the World Samuel P. Sloan, would be erased forever and she was damn well going to find the man that could do it. Ella already knew what Amy had had to learn in a long and bitter journey. Love has three prongs. It requires equal measures of friendship, communication, and yes, physical intimacy, developing together in harmony to produce true and lasting love. Her sexual escapades with Gordon had arrived late in their relationship and simply overwhelmed every other emotion and feeling. Thank God they'd finally been able to overcome that mistake. There was also a Thank God due to Ruth Ann for her forbearance, for her love for first Gordon, and finally Amy. Her relationship with Amy had been the glue that held Amy together over a long and troubled journey through that portion of her life. A final Thank God that Amy had been willing to step in and rescue Hope and Matt when disaster had struck on that lonely Pennsylvania Road in 1983, as the 18 wheeler which struck their car killed both Gordon and Ruth Ann instantly. At least there'd been little pain and the two lovers had perished together. Amy's willingness to assume the mantle of responsibility had finally given purpose to a life that had been without purpose. She had lived listlessly since her divorce without any sense of reason for being, like flotsam and jetsam, just drifting with the tides in the back waters of life. As they watched the dancers on the floor at Ella's wedding reception they both smiled as they watched Hope dancing with Bertie's older nephews and cousins. She was certainly enjoying herself. Their smiles quickly turned to frowns when they saw Matt off by himself and alone. He finally admitted to each of them that he didn't know how to dance and was too embarrassed to talk to Bertie's younger female kinfolk. Ella's thoughts later that evening following the wedding reception had turned back to Hope. What a beautiful young lady she'd become. If she stood next to her mother it would have been difficult to tell them apart. She suddenly smiled as she remembered the day she became "Aunty Ella" forever. In 1983 Ella'd moved back from California and was staying with Amy while she looked for a condo to buy. They'd bathed the children, and as had now become custom, it had been Ella's turn to put Hope to bed while Amy tended to Matt. The next night they would swap. As she'd covered Hope, making sure that Fluffy was in bed and comfortable, she'd leaned down to kiss Hope goodnight when Hope suddenly turned over, sat up, kissed Ella, and hugged her. Finally as she lay back down she'd shyly whispered "Goodnight Aunty Ella, I Love You." Ella had walked out of the room with the tears streaming down her cheeks. The two sisters both had a good cry that night. Of course with Hope calling her "Aunty Ella," Matt had been sure to follow his big sister's lead. Hope being the older of the two normally took charge, not unlike Lucy in the Peanuts cartoons. Hope was so enamored of her adopted aunt that she had driven herself to succeed. She was now in her Senior year in high school, would probably graduate with a 4.0 Grade Point Average, and be class valedictorian. All of this so that she could imitate her aunt and attend UCLA, majoring in the computer media and graphic sciences just as aunty had done. Finally her thoughts turned to Matt. He was the spitting image of his father. As handsome, friendly, and outgoing as he was, but for some reason he hadn't latched on to any of the young girls, and she couldn't seem to remember him going out on any dates as he was about to began his Freshman year of high school. She and Amy needed to address this problem. She mentally set that aside for the moment to remember the time that Amy had finally become "Mom" to the two children. Since she was now "Aunty Ella," what title was to be given to Amy? Was she also an aunt or was she mom? She knew both children had wrestled with the question but had found no resolution. Finally, on the weekend following the bestowal of "Aunty" on Ella the two sisters had been sitting at the kitchen table enjoying coffee and a bagel when a horrible scream was heard coming from the back yard. The two sisters had rushed out the back door to see Matt laying at the bottom of the steps with a wicked gash just below his kneecap. As he'd held his leg in pain he kept calling for momma to help him. Amy'd rushed down the steps, gathered him up and held him in her arms as she'd tried to hush his screams. She'd finally done what mothers have done since time began. Leaning down she gave a final shush and told him that momma would make it better as she put her lips to his wound to give it a healing kiss. His crying and screaming had stopped as he hugged her while she kissed the wound several more times. She had finally been able to carry him to the downstairs bathroom to clean and dress the wound with Matt holding on for dear life. As the bandage was placed over the gash she'd kissed it one more time. With that Matt hugged her and whispered softly, "I Love You Mommy." Amy'd suddenly found her cheeks wet as did Ella who'd watched all of what had occurred that morning. It had now been settled as to what Amy's title was. That night was another night of tears of joy for the ladies. When Amy had explained to Ella at the reception the reasons that she was not available for any relationships she had told the truth as far as it went. She was bound by her promises to Gordon and Ruth Ann, BUT . . .! She was finding herself attracted to Matt in ways that were generally unacceptable in polite society and he to her, and there didn't seem to be anyway out of the situation. It had all began in a most innocent manner. . . When Hope turned 10 Amy allowed her to stay up and watch TV or listen to music for an extra hour. This had established a new ritual in that when Matt was put to bed, Amy, Hope, and if she was staying over, Ella, would shower put on their night cloths and a robe to gather in the living room on the sofa. If it was just Amy and Hope, Hope would lay against Amy's chest as they enjoyed the evenings entertainment. If Ella was present she would lay against her heroine in exactly the same way. Finally when Matt turned 10 he was also allowed to stay up for the extra hour. Unlike Hope, Matt would lay on the sofa with his head on Amy's lap. Amy's breasts were very firm, but they were also very pendulous, to the point that unfettered, they almost touched her thighs when she sat on the sofa. When Matt lay with his head on Amy's thighs the back of his head constantly rubbed her robe against her nipples, and although he was not aware of the effect the movement of his head had on her, she was very aware, but did nothing to stop it. She would hold Hope against her as she softly stroked Matt's head. She had begun to spend a lot of nights with her "widows friend." Sometimes during those hour-long sessions they would play games such as Scrabble, Yahtzie, Checkers, or her all time favorite, Monopoly. As each child entered the teen years the nightly time had been increased to two hours, which allowed for more time for interaction. It allowed the children to stay up long enough to watch selected movies along with the mix of games they all enjoyed. It also allowed Matt to lay on her lap for that additional hour and to unknowingly rouse Amy even further. Now that they were older Amy talked with Walter English who had succeeded his father John in the family law offices about the possibility of putting some sort of a pool in the backyard. John and Walter conferred and both agreed that the Brewster financial affairs were sufficiently robust to allow a pool to be built. Keeping in mind the legal aspects they both laid out certain conditions that would be required to limit liability. A fenced pool was built and as soon as it was properly filled it was noticed by both Amy and Ella that Hope's popularity increased ten-fold, but the same could not be said for Matt which caused the two sisters some concern that they knew would have to be addressed sooner rather then later. Amy had also purchased two reclining lawn chairs with a glass top table that could hold a large beach umbrella for shade if they wished it. It was quickly made known that the chairs and table were off limits to everyone but the two sisters. To keep the mutiny to a minimum Amy had also purchased a picnic table which was placed under an old shade tree at one end of the pool for the use of whatever children were present. The first rule had very quickly been put into effect: No poolside activities unless a parent was present. The second should not have been necessary but it was: No booze of any kind if minors were present. Hope used the pool as part of her social life while Matt seemed to use it for exercise. Amy would lay in her lawn chair watching him swim lap after lap in the pool. His body was more and more beginning to resemble Gordon's as he grew taller, his shoulders widened, and his muscle mass increased from his swimming and his having clearly reached puberty. She also noticed that he was noticing her as she lay there in a very small bikini to soak up as much sun as she could. When he looked at the very deep crease between her breasts and the way they wobbled when she moved about it would cause his penis to get very hard. A fact she was also well aware of as his swimsuit tented from the hardening erection he was unable to control. Looking at that mass of manhood pushing against his swimsuit she wondered if his penis was as large as Gordon's had been. The two sisters had also discussed the need to make sure that everyone was properly protected from the Sun's UV Rays and so rule three had been added: No one in the pool area without sunscreen protection. Normally, if she was present Ella and Amy would apply the sunscreen to each other and then to Hope while Matt would do his front and Amy his back. The feeling of Matt's skin under her hands did nothing to calm her sexual arousal for her young charge and of course it also left him a very hard horny teenager as he felt her soft hands rub his back, thighs, and legs. He was so horny in fact that he would soon make some excuse to head for the house which would bring a smile to Amy's lips as the thought ran through her mind, "Damn, Girl you've still got it if you can get Matt to go masturbate, even if your breasts are now playing hide-and--seek with your navel and your butt is also heading for the floor." During this period of time Amy and Ella had been making the preparations for Ella's wedding to Bertie. Shortly after the wedding and honeymoon the two sisters held a council of war. Something had to be done to get Matt into the social whirl when he began his Freshman year of high school this coming Fall. After some discussion they agreed that Matt needed to learn to dance. The two sisters could teach him the basics but to learn the more modern dances and dance steps Hope would need to be recruited. They each agreed that she would probably rather drink arsenic then dance with her brother, but Ella thought she would be able to persuade her. Matt's education on the dance floor began immediately. First Amy taught him the basic waltz steps then Ella increased his education with a few more advanced steps. In a short period of time Matt found that he was beginning to enjoy himself except that when he danced the slower softer music he found that he would get an erection every time he danced with mom. She seemed not to notice and it seemed she would hold him even closer at those embarrassing moments. It also happened with Aunty Ella occasionally, but she also gave it no apparent notice. It was now time to bring Hope into the picture. She was not thrilled and in fact was about to rebel when mom pointed out her non-participation was not an option and Aunty Ella bribed her with the promise of a dance party or two by the poolside if she performed her assigned task with good grace and at least a semblance of enthusiasm. She succumbed and did her part admirably. First she and Matt did the slow dances so that they could learn how each reacted to the music. Finally Hope brought some CD's down from her room and began to teach her brother the more modern songs, steps, and routines. When they were satisfied that Matt could dance reasonably well they put the next part of their plan into gear. Ella had talked it over with Bertie and he'd agreed to invite his relatives and their kids over for BBQ's on the weekends. While Bertie did the honors as cook, the young nieces and nephews were encouraged to dance. The nieces had been disappointed at Ella's wedding when Matt had not danced with them as they one and all had considered him to be a hunk. Matt was now encouraged to dance with females he barely knew. The rejection factor had been reduced to a minimum by the plan put into effect by the two sisters and Matt did seem to be much more at ease with the female of the species then he had been prior to the dance lessons. He even ended up dancing with some of the mothers. It's Just a Matter of Time It was now time to put the last part of their plan into effect. As they'd promised Hope, the two sisters planned weekend dances at the poolside. What they hadn't told Hope was that though she was free to invite whomever she chose, Bertie's relatives would also be in attendance along with anyone Matt wished to invite. Each weekend through August until school started there would be a poolside party with a BBQ thrown in. Amy and Ella had talked long and hard about this part of the plan because it was now time to let Matt face the one thing every teenage boy dreads; The possibility of being rejected by a girl. Rejection is a terrible thing but Matt now needed to learn how to accept it and to move on. Waiting until Hope was out with her girlfriends and making sure that Bertie would stay home by Ella's informing him that she and Amy were going to be talking about "female things" that night they waited until after supper was over, and then surrounding Matt on the sofa, proceeded to broaden his education. Amy started it as she placed his hand in hers and laid it in her lap. "Matt honey you have really learned to be a good dancer in a very short time. You know that we're planning poolside dance parties and you are free to invite whomever you wish. Your aunty and I would like you to make it a point to not dance with any girl more then once until you've danced with them all, then you're free to dance with whom you will." Matt stiffened as if Rigor Mortis had set in and his facial expression froze to resemble the proverbial deer in the headlights. With no apparent notice Amy continued on; "Bertie's nieces will be there and you have already danced with them so that won't be a problem. Hope's girlfriends will also be there and because you are much younger, they may decline to dance with you. If you ask and they decline that counts as a dance and you will only have to ask each girl once. If you're rejected by a girl that doesn't mean you have to fall on your sword in disgrace and shame. It only means that a foolish girl has declined to dance with you and you are now free to move on." With that Ella took hold of his other hand and placed it in her lap. Looking at his frozen expression she picked up where Little Sis had left off. "Honey, rejection is a two-way street. You only know the male side of being rejected, how embarrassing it is, and how badly you feel. Think about the other side of the equation for just a bit. Think about a girl going to a dance with her girl friends because some boy hasn't asked her out. She has already been rejected once. At the dance she sits hoping that some boy will finally ask her to dance and yet when the dance ends no one has asked her to dance. Not once! She has now been rejected twice. Why? Perhaps her features aren't pretty. Perhaps she's overweight, or doesn't look like the school beauty queen, or maybe her hair isn't arranged in the popular style. There are as many reasons for a girl to be rejected as there are girls. How do you think she feels?" With that Amy put her two hands to his cheeks and looking straight into his eyes, softly said, "Sweetheart, Big Sis and I know we're asking you to face the possibility of being rejected. We are also asking you to take that chance and at the same time to give the girls who have repeatedly been rejected to finally get the chance to dance with a hottie and to feel for just awhile like the queen of the ball." With that Ella closed in for the kill by placing her own two hands over her sister's and turning his face slightly so that he was looking into her eyes, murmured; "Sweetheart we're asking you to do this, knowing how hard it will be for you, but there is another point you need to consider: When you ask the less chosen to dance it is NOT a mercy dance. You are asking this young lady to dance with you because you truly want to dance with her and her alone. You have to feel this down to your very core or else she will know that it's a pity dance. Girls know that instantly. You have to convince her by your demeanor and the way you word your request that you are being sincere." "Besides," she concluded, "The young ladies all seem to consider you to be one hot dude. Your request to dance with them will be a huge boost to their young libidos." As Matt stumbled off to bed, his mind whirling in a jumble of thoughts, he failed to notice that Big Sis and Little Sis did something they'd never done before: They gave each other a high five. The two sisters had one more item to take care of before the pool parties began. When they were able to catch Hope alone the sisters sat her down between them on the sofa. Amy explained their decisions about who all would be at the parties. Hope was not happy but the next statement by mom floored her. Amy explained to her about their request that Matt ask all of the young ladies to dance so that even the wall flowers would have a good time and the need for Matt to be able to ask girls he didn't know to dance with him with only a minimum chance of a humiliating rejection accompanied by a wealth of sarcastic comments. Taking her charge by the hand she said. "Matt will ask each of your girl friends to dance. They are of course free to refuse as most of them will do because Matt is so much younger. If they decline to dance with him I hope that they do it in a most gracious manner because if I hear or feel they have behaved in an unladylike manner they will go to the head of my Persona Non Gratis List and will no longer be welcome in my Home." Hope immediately turned to Aunty Ella for some support but the stone cold gaze she saw told her that both sisters were very serious and not to be trifled with in this matter. She knew that she'd better get together with her girl friends and put it straight on the line as to what kind of conduct was expected of them. The parties were a great success and Matt, true to his word, danced with as many of the young ladies as he was able to. As near as the sisters were able to determine, when refused, it was done in a most gracious manner. Matt wasn't embarrassed and several young ladies were thrilled to be asked to dance with him and were in fact "smitten" by this handsome, polite, and sincere young man. The last dance was held on the Labor Day weekend. Since he had behaved in a most gentlemanly manner at the previous dances Matt was released from his agreement by the two sisters. But to their dismay and approval Matt made sure that all of the less popular young ladies were asked to dance, much to their delight. He even danced with Hope and several of her girlfriends as they had observed that he was getting to be a very good dancer indeed and young ladies, regardless of age, do like to dance. Matt also danced with mom and aunty. They apparently didn't think about it but it seemed that he reserved all of the slow dances for them. If they noticed his hard penis pressing against them they didn't say anything only seeming to press more tightly against him, much to his consternation. The next several years passed pretty much as Aunty Ella had predicted: Matt began to go out more often in group activities but had not yet seemed to hookup with any one young lady. Hope graduated with a perfect 4.0 GPA , was valedictorian of her class, delivered an inspiring address, and packed her bags to head for California and UCLA where she had been awarded a full 4 year scholarship, which she declined as her scholarship monies managed by the family law firm would be sufficient to pay her way through school and she'd felt that the scholarship could be given to someone in greater need. Big Sis began to pressure Little Sis to date as she had the perfect man she wanted to introduce her to and perhaps establish a relationship with. Amy however declined. Hope was now in her own world, but there was still the matter of Matt. As long as he was still in high school she was not available and even when he went off to college her decision would be based upon his needs. With Hope off to California and Big Sis now spending more time with Bertie and an increasing amount of time being spent as the department head at Western by her, Amy found herself to be be more and more alone with Matt, more aware of his maturing into manhood, and of his growing sexual awareness. If it was too hot to sit by the pool she would sit on the back porch watching Matt cut the grass in only his cut-offs his muscles rippling as he pushed the mower. She would watch him and feel herself getting truly aroused, even to the point that she'd feel a dampness forming in the crotch of her panties and her nipples getting hard. He would also watch her out of the corner of his eye as she sat on her chair with her breasts wobbling and swaying with each movement of her body. If she walked about, the swaying of her hips and the way her butt swung to and fro gave him a perennial hard-on. At night they lay together on the sofa with his head on her lap and sometimes danced with each other. They were not in a sexual relationship but they didn't seem to be trying to avoid one either. It all began to come to a head at Matt's 18th birthday party. Happily his birthday fell on a Saturday so there would be no problem with school work and everyone would be able to kick back and relax. Everyone that could be there was. They were all sitting, dancing, and generally having a good time around the pool as Bertie cooked, putting all of his heart and soul in it to feed them all. Aunty Ella had volunteered to provide the cake. She'd tried, but cooking and baking had never been high on her list of desires or skills. She'd finally had to buy a cake for the party. The huge cake had been placed on the picnic table along with a huge pile of presents. After everyone had stuffed themselves on Bertie's excellent efforts Aunty Ella lit the 18 candles for Matt to make a wish and blow them out. He had no problem getting the candles extinguished with one breath and it was time to open his presents. Our young hero had a real trove of treasures before the night was over including a cell phone and a two year contract from Aunty Ella and a lap top computer from mom. They would both come in handy when he started his Freshman year at Western in the Fall. After the presents had been opened the dancing resumed. During the dancing Matt managed to dance with mom and Aunty Ella several times. Mom and he were dancing to a slow waltz when she softly whispered that they would have their own party tomorrow evening as she softly kissed him on the lips. The party shortly broke up with everyone pitching in to cleanup the mess. After everybody left Amy and Matt found themselves on the sofa with a little quiet time. Amy got up and shortly returned with two brandy glasses. The smaller one she handed to Matt telling him, "I know you're underage but since you'll shortly be asleep in bed I decided that this once will be alright. It isn't everyday that you turn 18." She sat alongside him and lifted her glass to toast him on his birthday. The glasses clinked in salute' and they each took a small sip. Putting hers down on the coffee table she repositioned herself so that her legs were underneath her and her body was turned towards him, taking his hand in hers and laying it on her lap she spoke to him in a soft loving voice. "Honey, I'm so proud and happy for you. In another two months you'll graduate from high school and this Fall you'll be a freshman at Western. You've grown up to be a fine young man that your mother and father would be truly proud of. Both of them would be especially happy with the fact that you decided to major in the computer sciences just as your father had." She reached over to pick up her glass and they each polished off the remainder of their drink after a final clink of salute'. Rising she leaned over, allowing him an almost unobstructed view of her hanging swaying breasts. Putting a hand to each cheek she kissed him on the lips, wished him a happy birthday, then pulled him up to head for bed. That night they each needed to relieve themselves in an orgy of isolated mutual masturbation with each imagining what it would be like to be joined in a sexy love making session with the other. Luxuriating in bed the two of them rose late and had a light brunch. Because the weather had been unseasonably warm Amy decided to lay in her lawn chair and work on her tan. Matt knew that the water in the pool would be cold but he thought that he'd be able to swim a few laps before the temperature got to him. Because there was nobody but themselves present they had to apply the sunscreen to each other's body which probably began the process for all that came later. After Amy oiled her front Matt needed to apply the sunscreen to her back. As he applied the oil he began to feel the start of a huge erection as he applied the sunscreen to her back and thighs. She in turn found herself to be in a state of sexual arousal as she applied the sunscreen to his back, legs, and thighs. Laying in her chair she soon drifted off to a deep sensual sleep. He, for his part, swam several laps before the cold pool water temperature got to him. Leaving the chilly water he toweled himself off and since Aunty Ella wasn't there, decided to use her chair to soak up some sun. Noticing that his mom's glass of lemonade was empty he decided to pour each of them a fresh one. Returning shortly from the kitchen he leaned over her to put her glass down on the table. Something startled her and as she woke with a start she tried to rise. The up-shot was that he spilled the lemonade on her crotch. She jumped up as if she had been snake-bit causing her right breast to flop out of the bra cup and her knee to strike Matt in his crotch, with the rest of the drink spilling on his swimsuit Matt was horrified, embarrassed, exhilarated. and in pain all at the same time. He'd never seen a woman's breast in its entirety before and that fact that this breast belonged to mom both titillated and embarrassed him. Matt's embarrassment was so great the he simply left the field of battle and ran off to his bedroom. Pushing her breast back into its cup she hurried after him. Running up the hall steps she found him laying on his bed curled up in a fetal position. Kneeling on the floor next to the bed she spoke softly by way of apology. "Sweetheart what happened wasn't your fault. You startled me. When I tried to get up the drink naturally spilled, and as I tried to rise my breast popped out of my bra. Is that what embarrassed you? You've never seen a woman's breasts before? Did it hurt too badly when I kicked you, honey? I am truly sorry, I didn't mean to." Matt slowly straightened up to look at his mom's face, as he softly spoke in a voice filled with embarrassment and apology: "Mom, I'm sorry I spilled the drink, No I've never seen a woman's breast before, and I don't think you hurt me too badly." Rising she took him by the hand as she urged him to get off the bed and come with her. "Sweetheart we need to wash up to get the sticky lemonade off of us and I need to make sure that I didn't hurt you more then you realize, please come with me." She took him by the hand with him stumbling along behind her as they headed for her bathroom. Arriving in her bathroom she pushed him into her huge shower. Stepping in she turned the water on to rinse her bikini and his swim trunks. After a moment or two she turned the water off and in a very casual manner turned her back while calmly asking him to untie her bra strings. This having been accomplished she turned to face him and for the second time he saw her breasts in all of their glory. True they hung very low on her chest but they had to be the sexiest pieces of flesh he'd ever seen. He also noted that her nipples seemed to be fairly erect. She now requested that he pull off her bikini bottom so that she could throw it in the laundry hamper. He very carefully kneeled to accommodate her request. As he pulled it down over her hips to remove it he began to see her thatch of pubic hair and finally the slit which he knew to be the Labia, the outer lips of her Vagina. Yes he'd paid attention in Sex Ed 101. She let him inspect her pussy for a few seconds before she pulled him up and kneeled to remove his swimsuit. As his penis came into view she almost gasped at the size of it. She'd known two men sexually in her life and what she now beheld was not a monster like those she'd read about on the internet, but was still worthy of mention. It was definitely larger and fatter then that Snake in the Grass, Samuel P. Sloan's had been and it also appeared to be slightly longer and fatter then Gordon's had been. However she put the size aside because she needed to determine if she'd damaged him in anyway, and if so how badly. She explained to Matt that she needed to touch him to determine if any damage had been done, and if so he was to let her know immediately as she touched him here and there. She began with the obvious by sliding her fingers softly over his testicles which raised no objection but did produce a great erection. Following the inspection of his testicles she very carefully inspected every inch of his huge erection, but there was no apparent damage and the only observable result was that his erection grew larger and harder, if possible. She finally discovered a red blotch on his thigh and upon touching it Matt winced slightly. She murmured a silent 'Thank you God," in that she'd not hurt her handsome young charge in a vital area. Rising, she put her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his erection. Amy again asked him if it was true that he'd never seen a woman's breasts or ever felt them. His silent nod aroused something within her that she would have been hard put to explain. Taking his two hands in hers she placed one under each breast and asked him to lift and squeeze them. Matt was astounded at the softness nestled in his hands and how heavy they were as he lifted each one in turn as if he was trying to weigh them. He gently squeezed each breast and watched as the nipples got harder and protruded even further from the aureola. Placing her hands under his she lifted each breast in turn to his lips and asked him if he wanted to kiss them and perhaps suck on the nipples a little bit. His mind churned, "Did he want to suck those stiff nipples? Is a robin a bird?" Leaning down he popped first one nipple then the other into his mouth to suckle as if he was receiving his meal from those full heavy beauties. His playing with her breasts and his lips sucking on her nipples really got her motor running. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it as tightly to her breast as she could. Finally, with a sigh she pulled him out of the shower and softly dried him, paying special attention to his hard erect penis. Taking him by the hand she led him to her bed. After she laid him down, she moved next to him and once again placed a breast to his lips as she listened to her breathing become louder. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and softly whispered, "Honey, from now on my breasts belong to you. Use them as you will, but please don't ignore them. Suck the nipples as you will and squeeze and torture my breasts as you want to because they belong to you." Laying next to him she spread her legs slightly and taking one of his hands pushed his fingers into her pussy. She pushed his fingers in an out of her sopping wet vagina for a few seconds until he got the idea. As he pushed them in and out she took his thumb and introduced it to her clitoris, telling him that he needed to rub it but very gently. Knowing that he was a virgin she understood that his first time would probably be very quickly over, so she allowed him to suck and squeeze her breasts and to finger her pussy until she was almost ready to climax. It's Just a Matter of Time It was evident from his rock-hard penis he was indeed ready for the next step. Taking his fingers out of her pussy and disengaging his lips and hands from her breast brought a petulant moan of disappointment from him. Laying back she spread her legs wide. The next words from her lips exceeded his wildest dreams. It was Christmas, birthday, and Easter all rolled into one with the 4th of July thrown in for good measure. Gently stroking his cheek she whispered, "Sweetheart it's time for you to get up here and make love to me." He quickly moved over her to cover her supine body, but was now at a loss as how to proceed. Reaching down she captured his huge penis in her hand and gently pulled the head up to her pussy. She was so horny and so aroused it almost seemed as if her pussy sucked it inside her. She placed her arms around his back and wrapped her legs just behind his knees. She moaned in his ear, "Sweetheart push it in but do it slowly until my pussy has stretched enough to accommodate your lovely huge penis." He slowly pushed into her for the first time feeling a very tight, very wet pussy wrapped around his penis like a velvet cloud of heavenly delight. When his pubic bone touched hers he stopped for a little bit as she held his body tightly to her. Feeling that her pussy was now comfortable with the huge tool inside her she released him and he quickly began to pull back and push it back into her. It all felt so good he knew that he was about to cum. She allowed him free rein as she could also feel herself also ready to climax. She knew it wouldn't be one of those earth shattering climaxes but it would take the edge off until later. Matt suddenly knew he was going to cum as he felt his cum begin to move from his scrotum through his penis with the involuntary spasming of his penile muscles. Pushing deep into her his penis touched something as he came. The feeling of his penis touching her cervix and his cum splashing inside her brought her to her own release. As his penis began to relax he tried to pull out of her but she pleaded with him to keep it inside her as she squeezed him tightly into her with her legs and arms. -An aside: Take it from this Horny 'ol Sailor, if she wants you to pull, out, it's just sex. If she wants you to stay inside her it is a whole lot more. We're talking about thousands of years of genetic programming here. You are her bottle stopper. She may not particularly want to get pregnant but nature has programmed her for this response. You have been selected by her to be her lover and perhaps the sire of her children and she may not even realize it but her wanting you to stay in her body is something that goes back to the beginning of mankind. When that happens Bro., be thankful, grateful, and enjoy!- Finally they uncoupled and laying next to him cuddling in his strong arms she told him that her pussy was also his to enjoy and would be until he met the light of his life. A phrase he didn't then understand but one which he later grew to understand. As they lay there in a post coital glow she turned her head so that she could kiss the face and the lips of her young lover. He in turn felt the weight of her breast on his chest and he just had to feel that beautiful soft warm mass in his hands again. She allowed him to press her breast and gently pull on a nipple as they kissed but Amy knew where this would lead and she had other plans. Reluctantly removing his hand she softly said in almost a whisper, "Sweetheart. I told you last night that we were going to have our own private birthday party tonight. I have things I have to do so we need to get up and shower so that I can get them done. I also need you to go to the store for a few items I need." The shower was an experience of pure sweet torture. They both wanted nothing more then to kiss, touch, and caress each others bodies and yet each time Matt tried she very reluctantly rebuffed him, moving his hands or lips off of her with a silent groan of frustration. She'd once heard one of her teacher friends talking about a man she knew and it was this woman's most fervent desire "to jump his bones." Smiling she now knew exactly what her friend had meant. As Matt left the house to run his errands she began her preparations for Matt's birthday party. Upon Matt's return Amy parked him on the sofa to watch TV and to keep him from getting underfoot while she finished up the last few things she needed to do. Just before supper she walked into the living room and sitting herself next to him informed him that this was going to be a special party and he needed to dress for it so he was to go shave, shower, and dress in his finest as it would be a formal party. When Matt came down the stairs he sneaked a peek into the dining room and almost fainted. Mom had somehow dressed up in a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. It was cut low enough that her huge breasts were showing a very deep wobbly cleavage. She was wearing black nylon stockings and high heeled shoes which made her legs look totally sexy. As she walked toward him her hips swayed in a most sensuous manner. Taking him by the hand she pulled his face down to hers and with a soft kiss whispered, "Happy Birthday Darling." As he looked around the room he noticed that; 1) the lights were off. 2) The room was illuminated by scented candles placed here and there and the candelabra on the table. 3) The decanter of wine next to the candelabra. 4) The room was filled with some wonderful scents. 5) There was some soft romantic music playing in the background. His mind formed a big "??? Something is sure different, but why?" Matt is a teenager. He is male. He is Testosterone challenged. In short he wouldn't recognize a romantic setting if it bit him on the ass. In his most gentlemanly manner he seated mom in her chair and moved over to his own. She took his plate and filled it with his all time favorite meal: Filet Mignon and lobster, garlic bread, and steak fries. To this she added a little wine as she filled a small glass with a fine Cabernet Sauvignon. The meal was eaten in a very leisurely manner with only light conversation as they each reveled in the taste of the meal and the ambience of the setting that Amy had so carefully constructed. Once the meal was completed she rose, placed a brandy decanter and brandy glasses in his hand, and invited Matt to sit on the sofa while she brought dessert in. Amy shortly entered the living room with a tray. On the tray was a small package, an envelope, and best of all in Matt's mind two plates, each with a large slice of Key Lime Pie, his absolute all-time favorite. Sitting close to him she reached down to the coffee table to press a remote which started the CD player Big Sis had given her as a Christmas present last year and the room began to fill with the strains of some very romantic music. They slowly sipped their brandy and ate their dessert in silent enjoyment of the exquisitely different tastes being ingested. Once the dessert had been eaten Amy looked over to Matt and very quietly said, "Matt honey, a woman really appreciates it when her fellow asks her to dance to some nice music." Mentally slapping his head with his hand he rose and asked if she wished to dance with him. They moved to the center of the room to the strains of Johnny Mathis singing, "Twelfth of Never." As they danced they held each other very closely. She could feel his erection pressing into her but she seemed to relish it as she pressed herself tighter to him. They danced several more dances before they called a break. Seating themselves on the sofa she handed him the envelope from the tray. He opened it and to his joyous surprise found the papers to be the title and registration to a car. Amy explained that that was a present from the law firm of English, English, & English, the law firm that handled their affairs as they had realized that he needed some form of transportation as he began college, and since the family finances were healthy, had purchased a car for him just as they had done for Hope for her graduation present last year. She told him the car was waiting for him at the dealers and they'd pick it up Monday after school. She next placed the small box in his hands. He quickly ripped off the paper and opened the box. Inside was a gold ring which Amy removed and placed on his ring finger. He lifted it to the light and observed that it was a crest of some kind. Amy explained, "It is the Stewart Crest. Your father wanted you to have it. I had to get it re-sized as your hands are slightly larger then his were. He was not a clan chieftain or anything but he was proud of his Scottish heritage and his Stewart ancestry. He wanted you to be as proud of it as he was." She reached behind her to the pillow she'd been leaning on and pulled out another box. With her hands placed at the back of his head she pulled his lips gently to hers and placed the box in his hand, explaining this was one of her gifts to him. He again ripped the paper off to open her present. Inside the box were a gold tie bar and a set of gold cuff links all of which were imprinted with the Stewart Crest. Matt for his part was totally overcome with emotion at the loving kindness of Amy (He could no longer think of her as mom). For the first time in his young life he became the romanticist. Rising, he requested that Amy join him in a dance, which she was delighted to do. After several dances which consisted mostly of them standing in place, moving their hips, and dry humping, they retired to the sofa. Amy began to speak, "Honey, My final present to you you have already received so I have changed the scenario somewhat. I was originally going to relieve you of your virginity, but that event has already occurred." she giggled, "You tiger you." "Even though I'm an just old broad, I want you to imagine tonight that we are seniors in high school and sweethearts. Tonight, lover, I want you to imagine that we're at your house, your parents are away, and that tonight you are going to seduce me. You'll have to use your best techniques because I'll not be a push-over." Poor Matt was now in a bad fix. He'd never actually been out on an up-close-and-personal-date. He had no idea on how best to proceed to seduce a woman. His mind was awash in ideas. His buddies had talked a lot in the locker rooms about how they'd done this or that with their girlfriends, but he knew that that was what it was, "locker room braggadocio." Another thought suddenly loomed in his mind. He re-called all of the romantic "chick-flicks" he'd been subjected to over the years as the only male in what had essentially been a female household. Perhaps he could emulate some of those great leading actors of the 40's and 50's. He could remember Amy, Aunty Ella, and Hope sighing and carrying on through the various movies he'd been forced to watch. At least it was worth a try. He only knew that he would have to take it slow as he tried to recall those various love scenes he'd seen so that he didn't mess it up and make an ass of himself. He knew that most women loved three things; being touched, dancing, and being complimented. At least that was a start. Turning to mom . . . NO! it's Amy from now on, he very gently pulled her face to his and placed as soft a kiss as he was capable of on her very soft kissable lips. "Amy, I'm so pleased with all of the things you've done the past several days to make my 18th birthday the most memorable event in my life. It has all turned out so perfectly, it couldn't have been better." The "Amy" was not lost on her. A thought suddenly drifted through his mind; people do things in the same way that they wished to be treated. Taking her cheeks softly and lovingly in his hands he gave her another soft sensuous kiss. Thank you! Thank You! Thank you for all you've done for me over the years. I love you!" Her heart immediately shifted into the melt-down mode. He rose and very quietly asked her if she would honor him with the next dance. Of all of the scenarios she'd envisioned, this had not been one of them. Rising she was astounded and thrilled. She found herself quizzically wondering what would come next? As the music played on she found that he was actually dancing and not dry-humping. He was on his best behavior as he led her through a series of very romantic songs. The songs were appropriate to the event as was his conduct. Somehow, Amy had lost control of the situation, and she had not the slightest idea of how or when, but in a way she was pleased and supremely happy. As the evening proceeded he very slowly upped the ante. He began to hold her closer, softly nestled his face in her hair to inhale her fragrance, and gently nibbled on an ear. All of this accompanied with very soft sensual kisses on her cheeks and lips. Amy was now in a total state of stupefaction. She knew how it was going to end, an event in which she greatly rejoiced, but she had no idea how Matt was going to get the two of them to that final blessed event. She now found herself to be a passenger rather then the driver in this most joyous scenario. As the evening progressed they would sit for awhile and take a very small sip of brandy until they were able to once again dance to the romantic songs on the CD's As they danced his hand slowly dipped lower until it encompassed the beautiful and firm cheek of her butt. His erection was by now so hard that neither of them could deny its presence. He was no longer embarrassed and she once again welcomed it. Their steps became slower and slower as their emotions became more aroused. Finally their sexual arousal had risen to the point that each of them thought only of her bed and the beginning of a long session of love making. As they began to climb the steps to her bedroom his mind went blank. In his mind he had imitated Fred Astaire and Cary Grant but as they ascended the stairs all he could see was the MGM Lion roaring because in his mind that was where the movies always ended and he didn't have a clue from that point on. She didn't understand his hesitancy but she knew she was now again the teacher as she reached behind her to make sure that his hand didn't slip from her butt cheek. Finally standing alongside her bed she quietly raised her arms as a signal that he should remove her dress and he in silent understanding slowly proceeded to perform that act. His senses were totally overwhelmed as he looked at her in all of her beauty. She stood proudly before him in only her bra, panties, garter belt, and nylon stockings. "My God she is sexy and so beautiful," he thought. Slowly she knelt to remove his shoes, rose to unbutton his shirt, and finally to remove his trousers. She slid his shorts down to remove them. As he stood before her with his penis erect and hard in proud arousal she carefully reached out to take hold of it and kiss it in loving tenderness. Remembering that he was supposed to be the seducer he tenderly stood her up to remove her bra. "Oh Lord, he thought, look at the way her breasts sway and wobble," as they found their way to their natural resting place. Kneeling in silent tribute he slid her panties down her hips and removed them allowing her lovely pussy to become exposed to his loving gaze. Reaching around her he pulled the cheeks of her butt towards him as he, for the first time placed his lips on her labia and kissed it in loving tribute. When he started to unsnap her nylons from her garter belt she stopped him with a soft, "Leave them on sweetheart, you'll love the feeling they give you." Rising he pulled her close to kiss her and to feel her breasts crushed against his chest. Finally he could stand it no longer, he had to kiss and play with those lovely lumps of flesh he'd learned to love. He lifted and squeezed her breasts as he took a nipple in his mouth to suck an erect nipple as if he was a baby nursing at her breasts. The feeling of his hands squeezing her breasts and his mouth nursing on her nipples began to have an effect on her as she felt an increased moistness in her pussy. Laying down on the bed, she spread her legs and begged him to suck her pussy. "Suck her pussy?" He'd never done that before and he wasn't sure that he wanted to. However he was supposed to seduce her so he decided that he'd do as she'd requested. Moving up to the junction of her legs he slowly parted her labia and inserted two fingers into her pussy. He began to run his tongue between the lips when he found the little lump at the top of her labia she'd showed him earlier. He licked it tentatively at which point she pushed her hips up to ensure that he didn't lose his grip on her clitoris. As he licked it he felt the nubbin begin to rise and he eagerly placed it between his lips to suck on it just as he'd earlier sucked on her nipples. Having a free hand he decided to squeeze a breast. The sum total of fingering her pussy, sucking on her clit, and squeezing her breast brought her to a state of arousal she hadn't expected this early in this bout of love making. Her heartbeat speeded up, her breathing began to get shallower, and she began to softly moan. Amy knew that she would shortly climax and she was not willing to take the trip alone. She begged him to get on top of her and to bury his big penis inside her. When he was above her she reached down to hold his penis and place it in her pussy. This was an act she loved because she controlled him while she held his penis and as it entered her she was surrendering her body to him. His penis slid inside her with no effort or hindrance because of her wetness and arousal. He immediately started to push into her as deeply as he could, feeling the head touch something deep inside of her. He thrust and withdrew it several times until he too felt that he was about to cum. This caused him to speedup his movements. The pleasure of his penis sliding back and forth in her and touching her cervix was also rapidly bringing her to her climax. Suddenly he knew it was over as she stiffened in climax and her pussy muscles clenched his penis in what felt like a death grip. He spurted his cum deep inside her, splashing her cervix. As he gasped for breath he looked at her laying under him. Her legs and arms had pulled him as deeply into her as she could. Her eyes were rolled back and her lips were frozen into a grimace. The sound of her breathing was a series of deep moans as her body began to shudder with a series of mini-climaxes. Finally her body began to return to a more normal state, but still aroused in her post-coital glow. She made sure that he stayed inside her as she pulled him as deeply into her as she could and locked her arms around his back. "God she loved the feel of his chest hairs rubbing against her nipples," she thought. Matt's penis finally shrunk back to normal and slid out of her pussy. Rolling off of Amy she cuddled up in his arms as they kissed and stroked each other with Matt making sure he paid proper attention to her breasts. Because the next day was a school day Amy reluctantly decided that they'd have to postpone their next love session until tomorrow evening Turning on her side she asked Matt to cuddle up to her back and to hold her. When she felt his body snuggle up to hers she reached down between her legs to pull his penis between her thighs and then pulled his arm around her so that they could drift off into the sweet arms of morpheus with his hand firmly grasping her breast and her hand wrapped around his to make sure it didn't slip off her breast. Her final thoughts before she drifted off to sleep were of all of the wonderful things she was going to teach him about making love and how much pleasure she was going to have doing it.