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Mrs K and Me

By: amorone



I lived in a village in England when I was eighteen and still at school. I lived with my parents and was known to many people in the village. On Saturdays I did my job delivering groceries to houses on my trade bike and ran errands for people. I was sex mad, fancied every woman in sight and in particular older women. My friend's mothers, neighbours, and my parents' female friends, my teachers at school, just women I saw on the train and in particular women to whom I delivered groceries to. I would have given anything to have a sexual encounter with an attractive mum of, say thirty-five. I often saw them at the door early on Saturday morning. They would appear in their night attire or bathrobes and often were revealing more of their flesh than they would normally. My eyes were alert to this and I savoured every opportunity. In truth I did not see a lot, but my imagination ran wild. I had a permanent erection and masturbated for the county.

During holidays from school I would be at home and in particular on rainy days and stuck indoors wishing I could be with a friend's mum making love to her in her warm bed. My parents were at work and they would come home from work for lunch. Which I would prepare for us all. 

My mother worked in a wine shop and on one occasion she came home for lunch carrying a shopping bag and in it was a paper bag containing a bottle. She put the bottle on the table and my father enquired whom it was for. She explained that an acquaintance, Mrs K had phoned her and asked her to drop it in to her when she came home for lunch. My mother had not had time to do this so she asked me to take the bottle of Gin around to Mrs K. after lunch. I agreed and immediately began to fantasize about this woman. She was around forty with two children; both of them were at private school and much younger than me. Her husband was a quiet man who worked away a lot. He commuted to the city as far as I knew. She was dark and average built for a woman of her age, but with fairly large breasts and was filling out around the hips. One reason for her filling out was the Gin. The word was she liked her gin and was inclined to indulge rather more than she should have. It was nineteen sixty-six and working people did not drink at home. Only the wealthy could afford that pleasure. 

The Ks lived in a large private house on the edge of the village. It was secluded and they were relative new comers. I guess she was lonely, with her husband and children away and she did not work. I delivered her groceries and had often seen her a little hung over at ten o'clock on a Saturday morning. If I went any earlier, I only got the husband before he went off to golf or no answer at all. She had been quite demanding on occasions when asking my mother to bring the gin home, so mum was inclined to oblige. Even during our lunch she telephoned to enquire where her gin was. My mother told her that John (that's me) would be around with it after lunch.

I could not wait, I even lost my appetite, and as soon as my parents had left the house I went upstairs to wash and shave and make myself look presentable and smell as nice as possible. I walked the half-mile to Mrs K's and my heart pounded as I walked down the narrow path to her kitchen door. I rang the bell and after a few seconds she came to the door. She looked anxious and took the bottle from me. She was polite and asked how I was, how much she owed me, and would I come in for a moment while she wrote the check. 

She chatted about her children and her husband who were away all week and then could not control herself any more. She had to pour herself a drink. It was a large one, probably four measures and topped off with tonic to the top of a tumbler. She took a swig and then sat down on a chair at the kitchen table. She had forgotten what she was doing. She looked up and smiled at me and asked again how much the gin was. She stood up and went to get the check book from another room. I sat there in her kitchen alone and thought about this situation. How am I going to get her into bed? I weighed up the odds. She was alone, she had been drinking, and she had known I was coming to the door, but still wore a loosely tied bathrobe. She had make-up on, had done her hair and smelled delightful. She was also very nervous and trembled.

She called me from the next room and I went in to her dining room where she was trying to reach the check book from a high shelf in the cupboard. She claimed her husband Ken put it up there out of her sight. She said that he tried to discourage her from buying more gin and how boring he was and went away only leaving her with one bottle for each week. He got drunk while he was away and when he was home, but she was not supposed to. As she reached up for the check book her robe rose up her thighs and I could see ample white flesh and even the hint of her ass. It was a very sexy sight, but not as sexy as the view I got into the robe revealing one of her breasts. She was naked under that robe. I could see the soft curve of her right breast and how it hung revealed a beautiful shape. I could not see her nipple - that was still hidden by the silky robe. There was a hint of a mound, which made me wish that the robe fell an inch further away. I offered to reach it for her and she agreed. She straightened her robe and I handed her the check book. My penis was hard by this time and I had to adjust myself. I tried to be discreet but she glanced down.

I followed her back into the kitchen where she placed the check book on the table and picked up a pen to write. She leaned forward and the valley between her breasts came into sight. She shook as she tried to write the check. I took this as another positive sign and took fleeting glances at the view which presented itself to me; those two soft white mounds and the hint of her nipples through her robe. The robe became looser and she could not hold it together and hold the pen and the check. More came into view. Her breasts hung before my eyes, almost two thirds were in view. Her right breast was more in view than her left. The gap in her gown even gave me a view of her belly. This was rounded as she sat there. She had a little pot-belly. I had seen nothing like this in the flesh before. I had seen photos of bikini clad models but never a naked girl; and certainly not a mature woman. It was very sexy and my head was swimming.

I offered to write the check for her as she was struggling. She handed me the pen and I stood next to her as she sat on the chair. Now I could see down her robe. I could see all of her breasts from above, her belly and as her robe was parted, her thighs. Her thighs were, long and slim, but a little plump, however they were pretty, sexy, and unblemished. I wrote the check for her and she signed it. I could smell her perfume, hairspray and gin.

The transaction was complete, so I took the check, folded it and put it into my jeans pocket. "Don't lose it," was her comment as she stared at my groin next to the pocket. 

I was still hard and could feel the little bud of semen excreting from the eye of my penis. Was I to leave now, how could I prolong this stay? She broke the silence, which seemed to last for minutes but was in fact only seconds. She offered me a drink, fruit drink, tea, coffee or may be gin and tonic. I went for the latter and she poured us both one. Mine was more liberal than hers, another sign I thought. I had drunk gin before but only beer as a rule. I took a swig and so did she. She led the way in to her living room and invited me to sit down for a chat. I sat in an armchair facing the sofa where she sat. The robe was fastened tighter now covering her intimate parts. I could just make out the tell tale signs of her nipples as she folded her arms across her chest below her breasts. She asked me questions about my life and school and my parents. We got along well, she needed the company and I felt sorry for her as she spoke of her lonely life.

The gin was taking affect on me because I drank it to quench my thirst, and to appease my dry mouth and to contain my nerves. She sipped hers but she was more careful with the consumption. She got up and excused herself from the room. I guessed she was going to the toilet. She did and she came back with the gin bottle and tonic. She topped us both off. I said that I ought to be going and she insisted that I stayed for a little longer as we were getting along so well. She sat now on the edge of the sofa and the robe was gaping again. I could see her cleavage and the inside of her thighs. I was in heaven, almost. She then moved to place her legs on the sofa and as she did so she was quite ladylike but inevitably less careful than she should have been. Was it the alcohol making her less careful and relaxed or was there another reason? She moved her legs to her left onto the sofa and sat with her right side towards me. As her legs went around I saw up her robe. The view was heart stopping for an eighteen year old. I saw her thighs up to her buttocks briefly and her dark patch between her legs. It was a fleeting glimpse, but I could see the curly pubic hair. I had never seen on a female before and maybe a hint of pink as her legs parted. I looked away for a second, but had to look back as she adjusted her sitting position. She pulled the robe down but in doing so revealed her thighs to her buttocks but this time it was a side view. I now could clearly see inside the gaping top of the robe. A side view of the inside of her left breast greeted my lustful eye, and yes the nipple was plain to see. She made an attempt to cover up and sipped again on her drink.

My head was swimming, my mouth was dry, my heart pounded and my cock was bursting. What should I do? I had to know and I had to make a move or I may regret missing this opportunity for the rest of my life. I had missed a half chance when I was younger and alone in a hospital room recovering, when a young nurse lay on my bed and stretched her arms above her head and said how much she liked me. Her breasts rose as she spoke and six inches of thigh was revealed as she stretched. I did nothing but I was only thirteen years old and she was in her early twenties. Looking back, I missed out but it was a huge risk. This time things were surer. If I offered to pour her a drink, from where the bottle was where she lay I would be able to see right up her robe and see her fanny again. This would also happen if I went to the toilet, but she may close her legs, she might not. Would this be a definitive sign? I could also say that it was time to go and offer her a good-bye peck on the cheek and see where that led. I decided to go for the toilet option. She jumped from the sofa, again carelessly, revealing cleavage and thighs and insisted on showing me upstairs to the bathroom. I followed her and of course got a reasonable view up her robe. I saw the curve of her white bottom and if that wasn't enough she bent over at the top to pick up a piece of fluff or cotton on the landing. This said it all. Her arse was in full view and the pubic hairs around her fanny were a scene of delight, as they were obviously damp. I had seen nothing like this in my life. She took a few seconds to straighten and when she turned to look at me her face was more flushed than mine. I went to the bathroom where I relieved myself but also took the opportunity to investigate the linen cupboard. To my pleasure I found bras, size 36c but plain and well worn as were her plain white but French knickers. Looking back, a sign of a lady resigned to not being loved. Suspenders and stockings were also part of her underwear, but only white and light tan respectively. I found girdles and corsets with suspenders in pink and white. She didn't need to wear a corset, but most women did as well as stockings in those days.

As I left the bathroom I heard her call me from a room and I walked towards the voice of Mrs K. She sat on the edge of a double bed and she had changed her robe. That was lying on a chair and she was now wearing a beautiful turquoise negligee. It had a low top with thin straps and was short enough to reveal half her thighs. Her nipples were jutting out and her legs were slightly parted. This was it, I thought; probably the most poignant moment of my life; the beginning of a chapter of learning and pleasure.

She beckoned me with her finger. I stood in front of her and she reached up to my shirt buttons, which she loosened and as she did so, asked if I was happy to proceed with what would happen next. I assured her that I was, and she asked me about confidentiality and the danger that lurked for both of us if her husband or my parents learned of this. I made it clear that it would be our secret. She gently pushed my shirt from my shoulders and rubbed her hands over my shoulders arms and chest. She commented me on my slim shape and my youthful physique as well as my body hair. She turned me around and stroked my shoulders down to my waist. I was facing a full-length mirror and I watched her hands as they moved over my ass and my thighs. I saw her face flushed and the red rash on her upper chest. Her eyes were closed as she moved to the buckle on my belt and then my fly buttons. She gasped as her hand brushed against my erect penis still covered by my jeans. My jeans were now loose and she pushed them down. Her eyes were still closed and my trousers struggled to fall over my penis, which was pointing upwards. She gently eased them over it and they slid to my ankles. 

She looked and sighed. "I thought you were large." She exclaimed, "And my word you are." 

She did not touch me. She got up and went to a drawer in the bedroom and came over with a tape measure used for sewing purposes. She placed it on the bed and turned me around to face her. She embraced me and I did the same. She kissed me on my lips and hugged me. 

"Oh how I need someone to love." she whispered. 

My penis was in the way, so I raised it so that it pressed against the silk of her negligee. She was reluctant to touch it but only caressed my upper body. My juices were running and I felt almost at the point of ejaculation as it rubbed against her body. I felt the swell of her tummy. She drew away and made me sit on the edge of the bed. She looked at my body and then began a series of caresses over my whole body, starting with my neck and focussing on my stomach and thighs. My cock pointed upwards. I laid back and closed my eyes. "Could I come without her touching my cock?" I thought.

I looked at her face. She was in ecstasy as was I. She gently caressed my lower belly carefully avoiding my cock and then my upper thighs. Her hand slipped between my legs and the side of her thumb just touched my scrotum. My cock was bursting, huge, purple and rock hard. 

As she leaned forward her breasts swung free beneath her negligee. Her upper chest was flushed and her nipples jutted out erect.

"Now let me see how large you are." She measured from where my cock meets my belly to the purple head and exclaimed, "Over seven inches and now the girth," she smiled. 

She wrapped the tape around the thickest part, "and that's four inches around." "You are a lucky boy; the girls will love this." she said. "Ken's is only three inches around and under six inches long." 

This was the first time that I knew I had been blessed with a penis of above average size.

She held the base of my penis so that it pointed at the ceiling. She just looked at it, and how I needed the relief. I had only done it to myself before, no one had masturbated me. She held the base now with her left hand and just stroked the underside below the purple head. She only used two fingers and oh so gently. She leaned forward and licked the head, removing a dribble of come and then licked her lips. 

"I would not do that to Ken," she said, "but someone as young and fresh and hard as you, that's different." 

As she leaned over I could see down her top more. I didn't need that really, but as she stroked me and as I saw her breasts loose beneath her top I could not help myself. I groaned and she knew the game was up. "I'm sorry," I said, and she replied "no, it's o.k. It's what I wanted - to see you come." 

Now she gently wrapped her right hand around the top of my penis and slowly and gently wanked me. It was like a dream. My first jet of spunk flew into the air and landed on my stomach and then a gushing jet flew upwards and came down on her hand and on my stomach. It kept coming and finally flooded from the eye onto her hands, both were covered in it. She just kept on wanking me gently till all was expelled. 

When I was quiet and she had seen enough she let go of my cock and licked her hands, then my cock and then my belly till all the spunk was gone, and my cock and belly glistened with her saliva. I now took notice of her breasts again as they jiggled about under her top. I reached out and stroked her left beast and she moved closer to me. I touched her nipple it was large and like a bullet. She squeezed the head of my cock and another drop of semen appeared. 

"I hope you have more for me." she said. 

I reached out and took both her breasts into my hands; I rolled on top of her and lifted the negligee over her head. It was soon gone, revealing beautiful large, but slightly saggy breasts and huge pointed nipples. I greedily sucked them both in turn. She asked me to be firm but gentle. I did my best. She held them up for me to suck them. I looked at her belly. She had bourn two children and that lovely little roundness was evident. Her pubic hair was dark and she opened her legs to my welcome glance. 

"Don't be afraid to look." she said. "It's for you." 

I licked her breasts and then her beautiful smooth belly before she stopped me.

I was nervous again now and she noticed. She made me lay on my back and she stroked my penis again. She licked my belly and thighs. My cock was rock hard again. She licked it and sucked gently on my knob. 

"I want this, now it's my turn." She murmured, "I need this right up inside me."

She straddled me, facing me so that I could see those wonderful tits just swinging with every movement. I took hold of them and she introduced my cock to her pussy. She gently rubbed the knob up and down her slit. I could feel the hair and then the lips open and the slipperiness as I entered her. I gently went deep into her until I could go no further. She repositioned herself and opened her cunt lips and then stroked between those lips. She was massaging her clitoris.

"If you feel you are coming tell me." she whispered, "and I will stop moving." 

She leaned towards me and kissed me ferociously as she raised her buttocks and my cock slid in and out. She pressed her breasts against my chest; it was wonderful; she took herself to the edge of climax and then sat up and bounced on me, pressing the front of her fanny hard into the stem of my cock. Her tits bounced all over the place, I tried to hold them but she was out of control. I gripped her arse. She groaned and then "oh, oh, oh, oh," she gasped for air and groaned more and then more "oh, oh, oh, oh." 

I felt her juices running down my shaft, onto my balls and then trickling in the crack of my ass. My cock twitched and I started to come again and my bucking against her started her off again. Her orgasm went on and on. She pushed down on my cock and felt it hitting the end of her virginal channel. She gripped my cock in her pussy and squeezed every last drop of juice from me.

She laid on me and pressed those beautiful breasts against me. My cock was even now still hard in her pussy. I could not believe what had just happened to me. I wanted her again. She just whispered in my ear that no man had made her come during intercourse before. Even Ken never satisfied her. She always had to resort to her own fingers after he had gone to sleep or off to work. 


Mrs K and Me Ch. 02



Mrs. K and Me and Auntie P.



My teenage dream had been realized in my first chapter, "Mrs.K and Me." I had been seduced by a forty something year old mother of one of my friends. I did not really believe that I would ever fuck a woman of her maturity and social standing, but I had and she had invited me back for more.

It was a few days later and I was on my way home from the pub. The evening was warm and I had walked home with my friend who lived half way between the pub and my house. I was walking on my own now and I needed to piss as I had drunk several pints. I took a detour up the lane which led to Mrs.K's house. It was a private lane, quiet and dark, just right for me to take a piss in the hedge of one of her neighbours. 

When I had finished my cock grew erect as I thought of her, so I walked towards her home and noticed that her husband Ken's car was not in the garage. 

"He must be away." I thought. So I walked very quietly and carefully down the path beside the garage and walked around the house to her living room window. I sneaked a careful look in, as the curtains were not drawn. There she was lying on the sofa in her housecoat again. Lying carelessly, the buttons were not done up and her thighs were visible and the neckline was skewed to reveal a braless breast down to just above the nipple. 

She was watching television and yes the gin was next to her. I had a quick look right around the house to ensure no one was in apart from Mrs.K. She was alone so I tapped gently on the window. She looked up and saw me. She came to the French doors and told me that her husband would be home at any time and that I should come back another day when he would stay out later. Her housecoat barely covered her breasts and my glance fell on to those beautiful orbs. She saw me look and then had a pause for thought. She told me to walk down to the bottom of her garden and wait for her, but keep out of sight. As I walked quietly down the path I heard a person in the neighbouring garden watering plants and a dog barked. It was told to shut up by a familiar female voice. She was known to me as Mrs. M or Auntie P. She was a friend of my parents and lived in the next detached house to Mrs. K. She was over fifty and I often ran errands for her. She carried on watering her plants quietly. 

The watering sound stopped and then continued closer to the hedge between the houses. I walked very carefully to the bottom of the garden where there was a bench overlooking the village. The garden was terraced and provided a fine view. We would be secluded here. There was a garden shed and a green house. Hedges hid this area from the neighbours. 

I was very nervous and excited to touch her again. She came into sight quietly. She was carrying a watering can and she had put on a raincoat. Only one button was fastened allowing me see the top of her housecoat and the same view of her breasts. She watered a few plants on her way. When she arrived she explained that if her husband returned home this would confirm that she was watering the plants. I was to remain here if he came home and to sneak out when he was settled in doors with his supper and drink. She sat on the bench next to me and we cuddled. I slipped my hand inside her coat and her housecoat and cupped her breast; first one and then the second. Her nipples were soft but soon became hard as I stoked them in turn.

She wanted to get my cock out urgently which she did. It was rock hard again and excreting semen. She asked me to remove my pants and I slipped them to my ankles. She took my cock into both her hands and she gently stroked me from the base of the shaft to the bulbous head. Mrs.K then licked and sucked me with much tenderness and passion. She stood in front of me and removed the coat, and then with her back to me, lifted her clothes up, opened her legs and lowered herself onto my lap. She manoeuvred my cock into her pussy by holding it open with the fingers of her left hand and then gently rubbing the head of my cock along her slit with the other. 

I had to really concentrate to avoid a premature ejaculation. I was listening for the sound of the neighbour in the adjoining property and for her husband, Ken's car. My cock entered with ease as she was very moist. When it was fully in, she lifted herself up and down my shaft. She was very wet and had to wipe herself with her clothes. I cupped her breasts from behind and rubbed her nipples gently. She whispered to hold them tighter, which I did but she wanted an even firmer approach so I squeezed them until she whimpered with pleasure. She became very excited and orgasmed almost immediately. She shuddered and groaned far too loudly. 

She let out a quiet sob as her orgasm subsided and then sat down on my lap to recover. I was bursting and urged her to ride me to finish me off. She got up and leaned against the garden shed and opened her legs. She held her clothes up and I saw the beauty of her naked thighs, her soft belly and her pubic bush. I went to her and we embraced. I then lifted her clothes over her head to reveal those large pendulous breasts and her lovely little belly, fully. This made my mouth water and my cock twitch. She took my cock and entered it into her wet pussy. Her head went back against the shed door and her eyes closed. She breathed heavily and gasped as I pushed right up her as far as I could. I grasped her ass with both hands and pushed forward. She pushed down so that the upper part of her tunnel was pressing hard against my cock. 

She said, "Now fuck me hard and quickly but quietly." 

I did this and she made me take it out before I came. She finished me off with her hand and I shot my spunk into her other hand, which she then licked clean. She said that Ken might want "a quick shag" after his supper and might notice my slippery spunk inside her if I shot my load up her pussy.

I felt jealous that he might fuck her that night, but I knew his service to her was not brilliant as he ejaculated without bothering about her orgasming and his cock was smaller than mine and not as hard as mine. She told me this the last time we fucked. 

Before we parted, I asked when I could see her again and she replied that the day after tomorrow her husband would be away over night and if I wished, I should come around to her house in the afternoon about 3 pm and we could be together until quite late that night. She slipped away doing up her buttons as she went. There had been no sounds of his car arriving home, but I waited until she got in doors before I made a move. 

I crept up the terrace towards the house keeping close to the hedge. I could hear muffled sounds from beyond the hedge. It was that lady next door still out in her garden. I walked past Mrs.K's living room window and glanced in. There she was lying on the sofa again with her gin and her legs apart. She had her hand between her legs where my cock had just been. She was masturbating. She had just cum, but my last fucking must have aroused her again. 

I waited while she rubbed her pussy slowly at first and then more rapidly. Her fingers went in and out of her hole and then she concentrated on her clit. I heard her groan and the familiar oh, oh, oh, oh, as she climaxed. That was another first experience for me tonight.

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It was five minutes to three when I left my home and I was careful not to be seen walking down Mrs. K's path to her back door. As I arrived, I saw Mrs. K through the window on the phone in her hallway. I smiled at her and she beckoned me in through the kitchen door. 

She said "good-bye." to whomever she was talking to and said "I will see you later then." 

She took my hand and led me to her lounge where the curtains were drawn and we were in semi darkness. We sat on the sofa and she embraced and kissed me passionately. She said how much she had been thinking about our lovemaking and of me and my hard and thick cock. 

I was still in shock that I had made love to this forty some thing year old lady, old enough to be my mother. Her tongue met mine and my cock leapt to rock hardness; her hands stroked my body, my chest, shoulders, stomach and legs, and finally stroked my cock through my trousers. She smelled good and looked gorgeous.

She was wearing a button blouse done up to the top and a tight skirt which rose well above her knees. Her legs were clad in dark stockings or tights.

I stroked her breasts through her top and her bra and then started to undo her buttons, she assisted me and I slipped my hand inside and felt her nipples, rigid through her bra. This was a new bra which I had not seen in her closet on my last visit. It was white and quite low cut almost down to her nipples. It was made from a flimsy gossamer type material which was almost translucent and allowed her nipples to expand and stand out while still covered by the material.

She was nervous and her breathing was deep. Our tongues worked feverishly together. I then scooped up her left breast from her bra cup and leaned over to suck her nipple. It was hard and pointed directly into my mouth. She then started to undo my fly. She released my rigid cock from my pants. They were wide open and my cock stood up from within my briefs. We kissed and stroked each other passionately. Her face was red as was her upper body, and my face burned with desire. My cock was purple and beads of semen appeared on my cockeye. She licked the beads away while I continued to stroke her exposed breast and rolled her extended nipple between my finger and thumb, she sighed and we kissed more deeply.

I then heard a sound, it was the kitchen door opening and a voice called out "Rita, are you there?" 

It was a woman's voice, which I recognized. It was the lady next door, and she was heading in our direction. I knew this lady, another family friend, Mrs. M, known to me as Auntie P. 

This was frightening and I struggled to cover up my fast shrinking dick and Mrs.K rapidly hid her breast within her bra and did up her buttons. Mrs. M or Auntie P entered the room and on seeing us looked shocked and turned away. She went to leave and then turned again towards us. The sight that greeted her was Mrs. K with her bra cup exposed and about half the buttons on her blouse undone; her skirt had ridden up revealing most of her thighs, my trousers and my shirt undone and outside my trousers. Our faces were blushed with passion. 

She stood and stared. She was a tall woman quite straight and upright, say mid fifties, well groomed and very smart. I had known her since I was quite small and had stayed at her house when I was a child. She was on my list of women I fancied despite her age. When I was around nine years old I had been staying with her and her husband while my parents were at work and one afternoon had accidentally witnessed her changing her dress. I had seen her in her under garments.

I distinctly remember the "all in one" white corset with suspender straps holding up light tan stockings. Her breasts spilled over the top of the bra. That was almost ten years earlier and she had been slimmer then, but still voluptuous. That image had remained etched into my mind and had led to many teenage fantasies.

She had a son ten years older than me, a business and golf-loving husband. She appeared horrified at our situation and said how surprised she was that Mrs. K was compromising herself and me by this involvement. 

"It was obvious that you were petting." She said and asked, "How long has this been going on," and Mrs. K answered with the truth and Auntie P just stood there with her hands on her hips and listened. She was blessed with quite large breasts and they were contained in her large supportive bra. Her hips were spread, as was her ass, as one would expect from a woman of her age. Her hair was grey and permed and she wore glasses. She had a very stern look, but her cheeks were flushed as was her kneck.

Her blouse was quality, pure white with a V neck and collar, with short sleeves; it was buttoned so as if she leaned forward, as she did later, to reveal her cleavage. The blouse was tucked into her waistband. Her upper chest showed the lines of age and she wore a long full pleated dark skirt, and beneath I observed stockings or tights. Her shoes were immaculate with high heels.

She asked what we thought my mother would say about the "carryings on" and reminded me of how she had bathed me when I was a toddler and that it was hard to believe that I was now old enough to be petting with her neighbour who was more than twice my age. 

Mrs. K was quiet and looked down while continuing to button her blouse. I buttoned my fly nervously. Mrs. K asked if there was anything she could do to make amends and we both would do anything to avoid our secret being revealed. Auntie P stood and thought for a few moments. 

Mrs. K went to the kitchen and mixed her a gin and tonic and one for herself. Meanwhile Auntie P sat on the sofa silently. Mrs. K called me from the kitchen and told me to go to the bathroom while she got me a drink and she would talk to Auntie P.

When I returned they were both deep in conversation. They sat on the sofa and sipped from their drinks. Mine was placed on a coffee table next to a separate arm chair. Auntie P looked flushed now and nervous. She stuttered when she was nervous. She then began a lecture on how surprised she was that I had got involved and that Mrs. K had taken advantage of my innocence. She did not realize that young men were interested in older women and asked how long had this desire been with me. (Maybe remembering the incident ten years earlier at her house.)

I explained that it had been a fantasy of mine for many years, to make love to an older woman and how fortunate I had been to have met Mrs. K. She then asked who else I fancied and I blushingly mentioned some names of my friends' mothers. She said that she was confused about this and then asked who the oldest woman I lusted after was. I replied that I did not know their ages.

She then said that she was considering whether to keep our secret and asked Mrs. K about my discretion. Mrs. K explained that we had both trusted each other to tell no-one of our love making. Auntie P said that she would also be discreet on two conditions, and one of these would be that not a living soul found out what we had been up to and that no-one should know about her knowledge of it. We both promised to keep the whole thing a secret.

The second condition was that she would love to see my dick now that I was a mature grown man.

I was stunned by this comment and Mrs. K suggested that this should be ok. And that I ought to oblige. How could I refuse two older women in the same room wanting to undress me?

Mrs. K urged me to sit on the sofa between the two ladies. She was on my left while Auntie P sat on my right. Mrs. K then started to undo my shirt buttons and caress my chest and abdomen. I felt my cock rising and feeling uncomfortable inside my pants. Auntie looked on and said. "Look at the bulge in his pants, Rita, you should release it, I want to see it now."

Mrs. K undid my fly buttons for the second time today and gently, with my assistance pushed my pants down to my knees. My cock stood out within my briefs and then they were lowered to reveal a huge erection. Mrs. K gently rubbed me to an even fuller and stiffer erection. 

Auntie P said that she would say nothing to my parents if she could rub my dick to ejaculation. 

Mrs. K caressed my stomach and my thighs with her left hand and stroked my hair with her right while Auntie P gently stroked my dick. Her left arm went around my waist and her hand stroked my ass.

At first she took the shaft between her first two fingers and her thumb and stroked the length. I knew I would not last long as soon as she started. Those two women caressing me was, all too much. I closed my eyes and thought of hobnail boots, as I had learned this would delay my climax. I felt Auntie's fist close around the top of my dick and she squeezed the huge engorged purple head. Mrs. K then squeezed the base with her left hand, which I believe is another delaying action. It worked, both women talked softly about the size and stiffness of my dick comparing it to their husbands and Mrs. K told Auntie about our lovemaking and what she had taught me so far. I opened my eyes to look at the women. 

Mrs. K was using her right hand to unbutton her blouse again and then scooped her left boob from the gossamer cup. It hung there with nipple erect. I reached out and twisted it gently between my first finger and thumb. She sighed and smiled at me. 

Auntie P just gently stroked my cock and Mrs. K continued to squeeze the base. There was a bead of semen emerging from my cock.

"Who would be the one to lick or touch that?" I thought.

It was Auntie P who used her middle finger to scoop it up. She then put it to her lipstick covered lips, and licked it into her mouth.

She had been leaning forward and I tried to look down her blouse. I was rewarded with the view of a stiff white bra with cups that almost covered all her breasts and the sight of her cleavage was stimulating. Her bra pushed her breasts together and in the valley of her cleavage I observed the lines denoting her years.

I wanted to see her breasts and reached out to touch her right one through her stiff white blouse. She gently moved away as if to reject my touch. I then reached for Mrs. K's revealed breast and she offered it to me with her free hand. 

Auntie, it turns out, was afraid to show either of us her tits as the aging process had left them lined and sagging, she thought. It was her "hang up," which took me some time to break down.

I closed my eyes again and resigned myself to an early ejaculation. I squeezed Mrs. K's nipple and she reminded me that she liked it rolled between finger and thumb firmly but gently. I then felt lips around the head of my dick. Whose were they? She licked the cum from the eye and I began to explode. Auntie's right hand gently stroked the area just below the bulbous crown and Mrs. K's left hand gripped the base of the shaft in her continued attempt to stem the climax. She sucked the white thick sticky mass into her mouth, I opened my eyes as Mrs. K drew away to swallow and Auntie P took over. 

With both hands now around my cock and lips thick with bright red lipstick sucking on my cock head, she cleaned me up with her tongue and licked right down to my balls. She left traces of the lipstick there. Meanwhile Mrs. K was using both hands to sip on her gin and tonic again.

Auntie P produced a handkerchief and wiped her lips. She looked sad but still very flushed, even down to the level of her upper chest where the valley of her cleavage began. 

Auntie P was pondering something and then began to speak. As I said earlier her voice stuttered when she was nervous. 

"Whhhhat hhhappens nnnnow?" She questioned, "Because my experience with men is that it is all over now."

Mrs. K replied. "What would you like to happen P?"

Mrs. K put her breasts away and buttoned up her blouse and I thought that it would be the right thing to do if I hid my now limp cock inside my pants.

"Well," she replied. "I have never experienced anything like this before but feel there should be more to come. What would you two do if I wasn't here?"

She wondered if the afternoon's activities were over now.

Mrs. K looked at me and asked me to answer.

"Auntie P,"I stammered, as my mouth was dry and I was quite nervous. "She likes to feel me inside her and she likes to be taken quite roughly."

"Wwwhat else does she like John." Auntie P asked.

She still was unsure of her words and stuttered a little.

I replied timidly. "She likes me to play with her pussy and insert my fingers deep inside her; sometimes four or more."




Mrs K and Me Ch. 02



"Yes," came an impatient retort.

"She loves me to lick her pussy and suck on her clitoris."

Mrs. K joined in with, "I am sure he would do it for you if you wish; wouldn't you John? I also have some unfinished business."

Mrs. K told her that I would be erect again in a few minutes and Auntie's eyes lit up.

"He only needs a little stimulation." She replied as she opened her blouse and revealed both her tits still encased in that "see through" white bra. I could see her nipples, both erect pressing against the delicate material, her breasts bulged over the top of the new bra and my mouth watered with anticipation.

They both thought it would be a good idea if we went up to Mrs. K's bedroom. We all took our drinks with us and Mrs. K topped hers up to the brim. I went to the bathroom and they went into her bedroom. 

When I arrived in the bedroom Mrs. K was sitting on the bed and asked me to help undress her. I removed her clothes starting with the blouse and bra letting her tits swing free. I had to suck on her nipples again, and then I undid the waist band and zipper on her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stood there in a white suspender belt and dark stockings. Her little white knickers were not covering her ample hips and her dark pubic hair was protruding in strands. I carefully rubbed the front of her silky knickers and slipped my fingers between her legs. It was fantastic to feel the bulge of her Mons Venus and the pubic hair beneath the silk. I then ventured downwards and felt the slit opening softly and then the moisture of her vagina.

Auntie P sat on the chair at the end of the bed. She remained fully dressed and sat up straight with her hands in her lap. 

"I wwwould like to wwwatch you two make love." She said quietly. "I have never had such an experience." 

She spoke with a cultured accent, I think she went to a private school in Scotland, and her parents were "well to do."

Mrs. K removed her own knickers while I stripped, watched closely by both women. My dick was now semi erect and seeping semen again. I was a little embarrassed and unsure of how this would work out, but I climbed onto the bed and lay next to Mrs. K on my back. I was facing Auntie P. My dick lay on my stomach and Mrs. K gently caressed my chest as she had done before. Her hands moved to my stomach gently playing with my soft body hair, and then to my thighs. I opened my legs to allow her access to my balls. She was so gentle. Now my cock stood up and she gently caressed it from base to tip.

I leaned across and fondled her breasts. They lay on either side of her chest; a little saggy. Her nipple looked like a strawberry. I had to suck it.

We fondled each other for a while. I continued to caress her tits and sucked her nipples as she liked and I then slipped two of my fingers in to her pussy slowly. I parted the lips to discover the moist passage which opened to my touch. She asked me to get as many fingers in as I could, "but be gentle," she pleaded.

She stopped me when I put four in and continued to insert my thumb. She loved it but it hurt her a little, and then I stroked her clit, pinching it as she told me between my finger and thumb, and then stroking with two fingers the area between her pussy and her clit. My hand was glistening with her moisture. I looked at her clit closely; it was a beautiful purple colour and peeped out from the hood even more than I remembered from the last time we made love.

I had learned a lot about what women liked recently.

I had almost forgotten Auntie P until I caught sight of her in the corner of my eye sitting there staring at my hand between Mrs. K's legs. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

Mrs. K then licked my balls and my cock, which was by now standing at full erection. She said she wanted her pussy licked like I did the last time we were here, so she lay on her back and opened her legs. I lay between her legs and with my tongue entered her very wet and beautifully scented pussy. She asked me to suck her labia lips and take them into my mouth. I did this and she was audibly taken a back. I sucked them and licked them for some time. Her eyes were closed and her hands were above her head gripping the brass bed headboard.

I gently licked her clit for some minutes and brought her to a small orgasm, which brought a comment for Auntie P who was just sitting quietly enjoying the view.

"Please fuck me now." Mrs. K asked, "And make me cum properly."

She made me lay on my back and she straddled me. She guided my cock in to her slit gently and proceeded to ride me slowly allowing the full length to slip in and out. She then gradually speeded up. Her tits were all over the place so I took one in each hand and squeezed them gently at first and then harder, she loved it. She finished up arching her back and throwing her head back as she orgasmed. P was amazed at the speed at which she came and the length of the orgasm. She gushed juice on my balls and it ran down onto the bed between my ass cheeks to her sighs of "oh oh oh oh oh."

Auntie P looked on and made no further comment except to sigh, lick her lips and adjusted her sitting position from cross-legged to slightly open legs. 

She then got off me and turned over onto her knees and placed her hands on the brass bed headboard. Her legs were slightly apart and then she played with her pussy with one hand. Her ass was facing Auntie P who remained seated on the chair at the end of the bed. I got behind her on my knees and eased myself close against her ass. She reached through her legs to my cock and guided it in to her drenched cavern. She wriggled until my cock was in up to the hilt. My balls were resting against her clit. I reached forward to hold her broad hips and then leaned further forward to reach beneath her to her hanging breasts and her beautiful full belly. I caressed her all over her body including her thighs and calves. I felt my climax coming so I withdrew and my wet slippery cock flopped out of her gaping pussy.

My ass was in the air as I leaned on her back and my cock and balls dangled between my legs right in front of Auntie P's face. Auntie P stood up and started to caress my ass with both hands. She slipped them between my legs to caress my balls and then took my cock in one hand to masturbate me. She kissed my ass all over and hugged me there while stroking my erect cock. I felt the softness of her large breasts through her bra and blouse pressed against my ass as she caressed me.

I continued to play with Mrs. K's breasts and then caressed her beautiful pear shaped ass. I opened her ass cheeks to reveal her secret orifice. I had never seen one of these before and was fascinated by its puckered appearance. I touched it cautiously which drew a sharp in-take of breath from my lover.

Mrs. K asked Auntie P to refrain from masturbating me as she needed me now and was ready for a fast and furious final fucking. 

I entered her again and my "stiff as a poker" cock burrowed in as far as it would go till my balls were against her clit and my stomach was pressing against her ass. I then pumped hard and fast, gripping her luscious hips. She reached under and tickled my balls and then stroked her clit viciously. My hands cupped her hanging tits and I massaged those bullet hard nipples between my finger and thumb, and then I held her belly in both hands and massaged that beautiful soft fleshy appendage and then onto her thighs and I just stroked them gently all round. She let out a guttural grunt and shuddered under me as I emptied my load deep into her sopping gaping cavern. Auntie P squeezed my balls as if to pump more spunk into her friend.

Mrs. K collapsed on to the bed and I flopped on top of her. She turned her head to meet my lips and kissed me passionately as my hands reached beneath her to hold her breasts crushed against the sheets.

Auntie stood up and asked Mrs. K if she was o.k. and commented how much she seemed to enjoy the lovemaking. 

Mrs. K. whispered, "Now it's your turn P."

Auntie looked unsure but by the look of her flushing and her eyes; she did want it.

"I'm unsure about this Rita." She replied.

"Come on let's get him hard again." Mrs. K said as she tried to get up pushing me onto my back again. 

She got on her hands and knees and straddled my body. She started at my feet and worked all the way up to my mouth rubbing her hanging tits all over me. She paid particular attention to rubbing them over my limp cock and my balls, and then got me to suck her nipples. Auntie P watched. Her face was glowing.

My cock grew a little stiff but I had just come twice already this afternoon.

"What would make you really stiff again John?" Mrs. K asked.

"I would love to see Auntie P's breasts." I declared.

Auntie P looked really coy and shook her head in the negative.

"I know." Mrs. K said, getting off the bed and taking my hand. She led me to the bathroom. "He likes to watch me Pee."

"What," Auntie P exclaimed.

"Come and see," called Mrs. K from our walk along the passage way to her bathroom.

She sat on the toilet and with her fingers opened up her labia lips to reveal her scarlet, moist open pussy dripping my semen. After a few seconds a great stream of piss flowed and, yes my cock went as stiff as a poker again.

"There you are P, it works." She said triumphantly.

She wiped herself and led me back to the bed.

She got me to lie down on my back and gently played with my balls to keep me stiff.

"Come on P." She said, "Get your clothes off and come and fuck this beautiful young boy."

Auntie P was shy and reluctant; she did not want to open her body up for viewing. 

"I am not proud of my body." She said sullenly. "I'm ugly, old, saggy and lined."

I tried to reassure and persuade her that I would love to see her naked, but she was not ready to reveal all at this time.

We convinced her that she need not undress to enjoy sex.

I was desperate again to put my cock in a wet pussy.

"Just straddle him like I did" said Mrs. K. 

She agreed to try and got on the bed on her knees with her long pleated skirt carefully arranged so as not to reveal her upper legs. 

She positioned herself sitting on my thighs taking the weight on her knees. I felt the warmth of her ass through her knickers. She lifted her skirt to reveal her ample thighs clad in stockings and slid forward so that my cock was beneath her skirt. She raised herself and then, with both hands under her skirt pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side and guided my dick in to her pussy. She first rubbed the head along the slit which was extremely wet and leaking everywhere and then lowered herself gently down until all my seven inches were inside her. Those big knickers were very wet.

As she manoeuvred herself into position I did notice her stocking tops, her beautiful white upper thighs, her white French knickers and a brief glimpse of her very hairy bush.

I reached out to touch her breasts, but again she gently pushed my hands away. She lifted herself up and down on my prick and it slid in and out with ease. Not only was she very moist but quite ample inside.

Mrs. K was sitting on the edge of the bed watching with her robe on, as usual not covering much of her breasts.

Auntie's hands pushed down on my chest as she rose and fell on my cock. This lasted for some time and I wondered if she was too wet to climax, but soon the thrusts became more urgent and she manipulated her position so that the pressure of my shaft was rubbing against the front of her vagina.

I slipped my hands under her skirt and stroked her stocking clad thighs and then her naked white thigh above. She did not stop me so I ventured around to her ass and caressed her hips and ass through her silky knickers.

Her face became contorted and the strokes became faster. She was perspiring freely and her glasses had slipped down her nose. Mrs. K removed them.

She let out a long loud moan as her orgasm took hold. The juice from her pussy covered my pubic area and balls and I felt it trickling down my ass onto the sheets. I slipped my hands beneath her knickers and stroked her large ass right to the crack and she did not stop me. Then she lay on top of me out of breath and she crushed those beautiful covered tits against my chest. Oh how I wanted to get them out. We kissed passionately.

When she recovered she rose from her position but with less care than when she got on top of me. I was treated to a sight of her white upper thighs again and her French knickers. I even saw some pubic hair albeit a little grey. I was not disappointed.

I had not climaxed again and my cock simply subsided. Mrs. K asked Auntie P if she would return for more to which she smiling replied "maybe."

Before we parted, Mrs. K asked if I would be delivering her groceries on Saturday morning.



Mrs K and Me Ch. 03



Following the realization of my teenage dream, to have sex with an older woman and a brief encounter with her even older neighbour my relationship with Mrs K continued into new areas.

At the end of the last chapter Mrs K asked if I would be delivering her groceries on the following Saturday. 

I dutifully arrived at her kitchen door at 9.30 am on that day. I was nervous; as I was not sure what would happen today.

"Would she invite me into the downstairs bathroom again, or maybe her family are away, or perhaps a time and date would be agreed for a meeting," were the thoughts running through my mind.

She came to the door looking beautiful. She had a floral summer dress on and her hair and make-up were perfect. She looked as though she was going out for the day. She took the box of groceries from me, then placed a folded piece of paper discreetly in my hand and then formerly said, "thank you and goodbye."

I suppose her husband was around. His car was in the garage.

I wondered if she was wearing that new bra and those lovely little white knickers or maybe her plain old underwear.

I left the property and walked with my bike to my next stop. As I approached the house I stopped and looked at the piece of paper she had given me. I opened it with trembling hands and a raised pulse. It might have been bad news. The note read, "Meet me at 9 pm tonight in Mrs M's garden shed at the bottom of her garden, they are away on holiday."

Mrs M was also known to me as Auntie P, a family friend, and is the neighbour of Mrs K; with whom we had an encounter in a previous chapter.

The day seemed to pass really slowly, but as usual I went to the pub where I met my friends at around 7 pm and had a couple of pints. I left at 8.45 pm on the pretext that I was meeting a girl for a date. Questions were asked who the mystery girl was, but I declined to tell.

I walked along the lane towards Mrs K's house and noticed that the lights were all on in the house, but there were no lights next door. It was an early summer evening and getting quite dark. I slipped quietly through the front gate and crossed the front lawn avoiding the gravel drive. I just walked along the path beside the house and down the length of the garden till I arrived at the shed.

Their garden was large and amongst its features were a tennis court, vegetable garden, a terrace, and many more including this large shed.

I approached the shed with caution and found the door to be closed, but not locked. I opened it carefully and looked inside. There was a window to let in the moonlight, but it took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. There was no-one else in the shed, so I just stood and waited for Mrs K.

About five minutes later I heard the sound of water, and looked out to see her watering vegetable plants with a watering can. She was wearing that floral dress I has seen her in, that morning. She eventually came to the door and looked in. She whispered "hello," and told me that the Ms were on holiday and she was responsible for taking care of their plants while they were away. Her husband Ken was in her house tired and half pissed after their day out at relatives.

"He should be asleep by now," she reassured me.

We embraced and kissed passionately. Her body was soft and warm beneath that dress. There was something different about her. I ran my hands over her back and felt no bra strap, and then around her bottom and felt no knickers or suspenders. I looked at her legs and there were no stockings. 

"Yes," she murmured, I have nothing on under this dress. I thought it would make things easier for us as I don't have long."

She went to my pants and undid my belt. I just fondled those wobbling tits inside her dress. She dropped my pants and briefs to the floor and got my cock out. It was hard already; and she took it in both hands, and rubbed it as if she were rubbing her hands together on a cold day. The feeling was sensational, but she was in danger of me ejaculating too early.

I asked her if I could see her naked and she lifted the dress up to her chin then dropped it again.

"I want you to fuck me from behind while I put my hands on this work bench over here." She said.

She turned around and placed her hands on the workbench and leaned forward so that her ass stuck out.

I approached her with my pants around my ankles and lifted her dress over her ass, and placed my rigid cock against the crack in her ass. I rubbed it there briefly until she reached between her legs to point my cock at her fanny.

I was determined to feel her tits again from this position as it really was very sexy. They hung down loosely inside her dress and I cupped them, one in each hand. I squeezed gently, but she wanted it firmer. I obliged, but was afraid of hurting her. She told me when I was being too rough. She liked the rough treatment. I took each nipple in my fingers and thumbs, and rubbed them gently at first and then harder under instruction. I wanted to feel her belly as well. This was an activity which I had not considered in my fantasies. Women did not have the after effects of child birth in my dreams. I loved the feel of her soft belly and the path to her pubic bush, then her clitoris and the parting of the moist slit leading to her vagina. I felt around her thick thighs and her ass which while large, it was still quite firm.

She insisted on me of getting up close. She rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit. I soon entered her and it slipped in easily as she was, as usual very wet. I could smell her gorgeous sexual odours.

She made me rub her clit and whispered instructions on the speed and firmness of the massage. I pumped my stiff rod gently and she manoeuvred herself so that the knob of my cock was hitting a spot just inside her fanny at the front. My free hand groped her left breast.

She soon shuddered to a long and stifled orgasm. She shook and gasped during the many seconds it lasted. I was then about to climax, but she quickly moved to allow my cock to withdraw from her fanny and she got on her knees in front of me to suck the knob and masturbate me to my climax. She squeezed my balls with her left hand. I shot my load into her mouth and she swallowed the lot.

There followed a cleaning up session; Then she adjusted herself, "just in case Ken was a wake," she murmured.

I wanted to see under her dress again and she allowed me to lift it and stroke her legs, her thick thighs which she opened for me to stroke inside, and then her soft round belly and her gorgeous tits which hung without her bra containing them. Her nipples were still as hard as bullets. She was willing to allow me this indulgence, but she was satisfied sexually now and anxious to return to her house before she was missed. I asked when we could meet again and she replied that Ken would be away this week for a few days and that we could have an evening together, but she would let me know when. She said that Auntie P. would be returning on the weekend and so the garden shed would not be an option next time and we would have to wait till Ken was away.

She slipped away into the darkness and I left soon afterwards. 



Mrs K and Me Ch. 04



Chapter 04

Auntie P employs a gardener.

If you have read chapters one to three of "Mrs. K and me" you will be aware that Mrs. K seduced me, her grocery delivery boy who was the son of an acquaintance of her own age. Mrs. M or Auntie P. as she was known to me, a neighbor of Mrs. K. had got involved in chapter two. She was a close friend of my mother but a little older, maybe in her fifties. She had, it seemed inadvertently stumbled across us two petting in Mrs. K's living room and spent the afternoon watching us make love and eventually rather shyly joining in.

It was a school day about a month later and I had just returned home to find my mother preparing the dinner. She told me that she had just delivered another bottle of gin to Mrs. K and had this time collected the cash so there would be no need for me to visit her later. I was disappointed as it might have been an opportunity to spend a little time satisfying my ever eager need to ejaculate.

Later that evening my mother mentioned that she had seen Auntie P at the shops and she had asked my mother if I was looking to earn some pocket money during the upcoming school holidays. She needed some help in the garden as Uncle F; her husband was suffering from a back stiffness and the gardens were becoming overrun. I was to telephone her if I was interested and arrange to visit her and organize a regular day to work.

I was visibly excited by the prospect of spending time with Auntie P as we had briefly made love in Mrs. K's house, but had no contact since. She had, on that occasion sat on my cock and worked herself up to a guttural climax but done little else. I had not seen her rather large breasts enclosed in a white stiff bra or corset, or her pussy excepting a brief glimpse as she guided my cock in to her sopping wet pussy beneath her skirt and only whilst pulling her knickers gusset to one side.

Mother noticed my reaction but assumed it was the thought of the money. I duly phoned Auntie P. and arranged to visit her in her garden and to start work on the next day.

It was around 10 am when I ventured around the back of her house to find her bending over a flower border. She was revealing her rather large bottom and the backs of her thighs were exposed as the dress was half up her thighs. It was a bright summer day with a slight breeze and the floral sleeveless summer dress was yellow. I called her and she stood upright and smiled a broad "hello." 

The dress had buttons all down the front and was a little longer than knee length and the neck was a "v" shape revealing only her upper chest and no cleavage. She was made-up and her hair was permed as was the fashion in those days. She led me around the garden and asked me to work on some flower beds, weeding, tilling the soil and edging the lawn. She leaned forward to show me which were weeds and I looked down the top of her dress as she leaned forward. She was wearing a pure white bra beneath. It was substantial and only revealed the very top of her breasts, just the slightest mounds and her deep cleavage. As she walked away to get me a drink I looked at her figure from behind. She was tall and as one would expect from a middle aged woman a little over weight. Her waist was full and her hips had spread. Her bottom looked large, but firm. She was not a small woman. Her legs were quite slim and rose to fairly thick thighs. They were clad in light tan stockings.

She soon returned with my glass of fruit juice and bend over again to place it on the ground revealing the slight swell of her breasts again. This time I noted the slight wrinkling at the top of her cleavage. She then proceeded to join me in the gardening but in another flower bed across the lawn some twenty feet away. She stood with her back to me and hitched up her dress so that it was above knees and tucked it under her belt. I assumed this was so that it didn't get soiled when she knelt on the grass. She was working away and I was able to observe her from behind. I admired her bottom and her legs. She stood and bent over quite often and revealed her thighs about half way up between her knees and her, not visible, stocking tops. I kept a close eye on her movements especially as she bent over, as her bottom was clearly outlined through her dress. Then the moment not to miss arrived. A sudden breeze lifted her dress. It was only brief, but my eyes were delighted at the sight of her thighs, dark stocking tops, white flesh, white suspenders, and white knickers gusset. She was wearing, it would appear, a corset and beneath that white silk knickers. She carried on as if nothing had happened, just brushing her dress down over her bottom again, looking around briefly to see where I was.

This is the woman who would not reveal her breasts while making love and not allowing me more than the briefest of glimpses of her underwear on that occasion. She had told Mrs. K that she was not proud of her body and was not prepared to make love for that reason. However she had been tempted to join in the fun and I wondered if more fun for me and Auntie would be forthcoming. I adjusted my erection as I fantasized about her naked body. I had to speculate that she would look a little like Mrs. K. but fuller and a little droopier in the bosom and belly.

She stood and turned towards me. She walked past me slowly and I could smell her perfume and had a close look at her stocking clad legs. She went in to the shed. The same shed where I had fucked Mrs. K from behind only recently, but she soon returned carrying a garden fork. She went to the flower bed and proceeded to dig in the soil. It was a strange sight to see her lifting her foot to press the fork into the ground. Then she turned to face me and continued to dig but this time I could see her legs. She appeared not to notice but she was revealing a large amount of her thighs. I was becoming light headed at the thought of what was above those thighs. She then looked up at me. Her spectacles had slid down her nose as she was perspiring. She asked me to go to the shed and bring a larger fork for me to help dig that part of the garden.

I did as I was asked and went to the shed to look for the fork. The shed was dark and the fork was not to be found. She realized I was having trouble with the search and came to join me.

"Can't you find the fork John?" She asked sweetly in her stammering way.

I replied, "No Auntie P. It doesn't appear to be hanging where it should be and it's nowhere to be seen."

She said, "Look behind the bench, it may have been knocked down and be laying there."

I leaned over the work bench and tried to reach down the back. I then felt her pressing against my back. Her hands were on my shoulders and the first thing I noticed were her breasts pressing against my back and then her stomach against my bottom. Her breath was in my ear and her perfume in my nostrils. 

She stammered again. "Can you see it John?"

"No," was my stifled reply. My mouth was dry and I trembled.

She leaned more heavily in to me as she looked behind the work bench, and I could feel the softness of her body as it crushed against my slim back. Her thighs were tight against mine and her hands held my upper arms and squeezed them, her breathing was shallow and her heart was racing as was mine.

She eased away and she gently turned me to face her. I looked into her eyes, her specs were slipping again and her lipstick looked very inviting. A second passed and then she pressed her lips against mine. The kiss was a peck at first and then longer and then lingering. Her mouth opened and so did mine. I let her take the lead. Her body pressed against mine, her breasts spread within her bra and my erection restricted by my pants now crushed against her lower stomach.

My arms encircled her and roamed her back. I felt the extent of her underwear. It was a full corset encompassing her bottom which made her feel very firm. We just kissed for some time and I could feel my cock seeping semen. I could feel her lipstick spreading around my mouth and her perspiring face against mine.

She whispered in my ear, "Could we make love here John, in this shed?"

I replied, but again with difficulty as my mouth was so dry. "Yes, but what if anyone comes and sees us?" "What about your lovely dress getting dirty?"

"I have got an appetite for sex with you after our brief experience with Mrs. K." "I want more, I have thought about little else since then." 

"No-one will come, Uncle is away on business and my neighbors will not venture into my garden. My dress will be ok if we do it standing up. I will lean over the bench, you may lift my dress over my bottom and you can take me from behind. You must feel my breasts as you penetrate me and stroke between my legs with your fingers."

"But I will come as soon as I enter you and that will spoil your fun."

"Then we will do it again until I have an orgasm John. I know you will soon recover your erection." She replied.

She turned around and put her hands on the bench. I lifted her dress over her bottom and tried to pull her corset up. 

"No John you will have to undo my suspenders and roll it over my bottom and then pull my knickers to one side to allow you into my fanny, but don't look at my big bottom."

"But I want to see your naked bottom and breasts Auntie."

"That will not be possible this time John, I am not proud of my old body, perhaps when we get to know each other better. Please don't ask again, I just want your beautiful young erect penis inside me again. It was splendid the first time we made love. I would do anything to experience you again, but not nakedness, as it might put you off me."

"Auntie, I can assure you there is no danger of that." I replied, showing her the bulge in my pants.

She had turned to look and I was now upright again. She stroked my cock within my pants and adjusted its position so that it was pointing upwards. She then undid my fly buttons and delved inside my underpants. She released it from its restriction and took it in both hands. She rubbed her thumb over the seeping semen and licked it off her thumb. She then turned around to her leaning position against the bench and asked me to take her. I again lifted her dress over her bottom and got on my knees to release her stockings. I unclipped one clasp and stroked her bare thigh. My cock was bursting. I then undid another and rolled her stocking down an inch or two allowing more of her thigh to stroke. With both hands I rubbed gently up and down her white soft thigh and let my thumb gently brush her knickers gusset. She opened her legs a little more as I pressed against that soft damp mound between her thighs. I could smell the aroma coming from that beautiful orifice.

She sighed as I allowed my fingers to stroke the silky material. "John, please, I want you inside me now." She hissed.

I undid the other suspender clasps and stroked her fanny again. I then gently lifted the corset to reveal her large French style, silk knickers. She took the gusset to one side allowing me to see the hairy mound. I had to feel the damp slit.

"Not your fingers, just your beautiful thick penis." She ordered.

I stood behind her, dropped my pants and pointed my cock at the large open slit. She guided it in with a shudder. "Now, take your time, I want it right in as far as it will go until your testicles are against my pubes, O.K. now, don't move." She manipulated her fanny until I could feel her pressing the upper part against the shaft of my cock. Her fanny was deep and very wet. It was quite slack as a result of age and childbirth, not to mention love juice.

I wanted to get at her breasts, so I reached under her body and took one in each hand though her clothes. My cock remained still as I was told, but I had a real problem as it was throbbing and semen was oozing from its eye. She just kept rotating her lower body on my cock very gently.

"John, put your hand between my legs." She demanded.

I squeezed my right hand down between her belly and the bench until it I was able to raise the front of her corset and feel for her pubic hairs. She told me to slip my hand lower.

"Lower John, until you feel my clit, that's it, that little mound, now stroke just below it and gently squeeze it between your fingers." 

Now I lost control, and my orgasm took hold. I stoked her clit with one hand, felt a breast with the other and just gently eased my cock in and out of her soaking fanny. I filled her with semen. It was really sloppy, but I continued to stroke her now semen soaked clit. She shuddered and collapsed on to the bench, her knees buckled and she uttered a guttural sob and then a cry. I kept hold of her clit and held her with my left hand under her body. My cock remained erect as she clenched her thighs around it. She removed my hand from her clit and licked my fingers and then took them into her mouth sucking them clean.

We remained in that position for some time, maybe only seconds, but it seemed like minutes. Her specs had fallen off on to the bench top and her head hung low resting on her arm. I pulled away and my cock squelched out dribbling semen on to the shed floor. She supported herself now as I looked at her draped across the bench. Her beautiful yellow dress around her back, stockings falling down around her knees, she had lost a shoe, her suspender clasps hung there and her white knickers dragged to one side all soaked with hers and my juices.

I went to her and helped her upright. She looked drained. Her eyes were closed, her face was calm, but sweaty and her eyes looked strange without her specs. I leaned her facing me against the bench and embraced her. I kissed her gently and she responded slowly.

"John, please tell no-one about this. Will you want me again?" she asked. "It was glorious, I had an orgasm, and so did you."

"I will want you again, Auntie, and again and again."

"Right now?" She exclaimed in an excited tone.

"Yes if we can, please."

My fingers went to the "V" at the top of her dress, and I began to undo the buttons. Her hands covered mine in an attempt to stop me. I continued whilst she hindered my progress.

"O.K. Auntie P." I said, "You think that your body will put me off you, so then I will promise you it will make me want you more. I am desperate to see your breasts and stroke them and squeeze your nipples and even suck them if you will let me."

She reluctantly agreed and I went ahead undoing all the buttons down to her knees. I slipped the dress off her shoulders and there she stood in just the all in one corset and stockings. Both her shoes had gone now. I asked her to turn around and I unfastened the corset from the back at the top and then turned her to face me. Her hands went cover her upper chest and I slipped the straps from her shoulders. She continued to hide herself as I lowered the bra top of the corset. I then removed her hands and placed them on my hanging dripping cock.

"Please don't worry, Auntie, "I said," just make my cock hard again." I told her.

There was no need really as it was already stiffening as I looked at her upper chest and the mounds of her breasts. The bra top slipped down without my help and then became caught on her nipples. I gently lowered it to her waist and stopped to admire those gorgeous tits. They were large and they were a little wrinkled and they were also quite saggy, but beautifully shaped with large pointed brown nipples. Her nipples were erect as was my penis by now. I then pulled the corset gently and slowly down around her ankles leaving her knickers stranded around her knees. They had to go now as well.

I again stood back to absorb my fifty something year old auntie's body. It was a dream comes true. Mrs. K. had still looked sexy at forty plus, but this lady, some ten years her senior had a beautifully natural mature body. She had a little midriff a largish belly, which drooped a little towards her bush, and what a bush. She was very hairy with hair covering quite a large area of her lower belly. Her hips spread out from her waist and her thighs were solid and chubby as were her knees. I loved her pubic area which was and wild dark with flecks of grey. Hair hung down between her thighs and there were signs of my recent visit here. 

My hands cupped her belly and stroked it. I stroked her large hips and felt around her bottom. That was quite large and yet firm. I slipped my fingers in to her crack, to which she did not object.

I looked at her face and her eyes were closed, she looked serene and calm. I now went for those huge tits. I just had to suck her nipples, which I did giving them equal attention over several minutes whilst she leaned back against the workbench with her hands supporting her. She opened her eyes and sighed as I sucked and tweaked her with my tongue. My cock was at its full length and girth again and stood out pointing to the roof. I lowered my lips to her belly and kissed her all over and then to her pubic area. I licked the hair around her mound and she then stopped me going further down. She wanted her tits sucked again.

I repeated the licking and nibbling on her nipples and tried to get as much of one of her tits in my mouth as I could. She liked that. I licked all over her tits even down to the part which was resting against her midriff.

She took my head in her hands and gently raised me to her face. We kissed passionately and she sighed.

"I need you inside me again, John, please, but this time I need to be on top, so that I am in control of my orgasm." She whispered.

"Shall I lie on the floor, Auntie?" I replied.

"Yes, but you need to find something to lie on first. You cannot lie on the shed floor, it's dirty. Pull your pants up and quickly go to the house and find some cushions in the living room."

"OK," I replied.

"Don't let Mrs. K see you, if she knows you are here she will come around to join in." She called after me as I left the garden shed.

I ran to the house taking care not to be seen. I found four cushions and carried them back to the shed. Auntie had put her dress over her shoulders but not fastened the buttons. I could see her pubic hair exposed and her nipples erect through the material. I laid the cushions on the floor and lay on them still fully clothed.

"Take all your clothes off John, I want you be naked." Auntie told me.

I did as I was told and stripped. My cock rose again and she felt it with both hands.

"John, can I rely on you to keep this secret?" She asked.

"Of course, Auntie." I replied.

She made me lay on my back on the cushions and then she removed her dress, got down on top of me and sat astride my thighs. She massaged my chest and shoulders, and then she went to my belly and gently stroked me avoiding my penis, feeling my soft body hair. Her fingers had a very light touch. My cock was bursting and I was sure I would ejaculate without her touching my cock. She moved her body back down my legs and stroked my thighs, and then she leaned forward. I could feel the warmth and moisture from her pussy against my leg and her pubic hairs course and wet. Her breasts swung in front of me, what a sight. Then she pressed them against my thighs and rubbed them over my thighs and then my balls and cock. Her next move allowed her to kiss and lick my belly and eventually she took my upright penis between her lips and licked my knob. It went further in and out. She sucked and I had to stop her or I would have come in her mouth. I knew she wanted my cock up inside her vagina. She wanted to ride me. I had only dreamed of this moment. We rested and calmed ourselves. I lay there looking at her in front of me.

Her hair once tidily permed was now untidy with moisture on her forehead. Her glasses kept slipping down her nose and her eyes were wild and watery. She was flushed from her cheeks to her nipples. Her neck was a deep scarlet. I looked at her hanging tits, as they lay upon her midriff and I reached out to touch them. I played with her nipples which were standing out and very hard and lifted her tits, one in each hand. They were quite a weight.




Mrs K and Me Ch. 04



I then looked down at her belly which was soft and round and the line of hair leading down to her Mons venires and her tufted pubes, damp and sticky. I stroked her large belly and allowed my fingers to wander into her pubic hair. She lifted herself and allowed me to venture further down her slit towards her clit and on to her vulva. I cupped her vulva in my hand and felt her labia lips hanging all soft, fleshy and moist. I pushed one finger inside gently and slowly to find the hole of my dreams gaping open very wet, slippery and warm.

She moved her body up mine till her fanny was over my cock and got up on her knees. She took my wet cock and maneuvered it in between her thighs. I felt the course hair and then the softness of her labia lips and then the overwhelming moisture both mine and hers. It slipped right in the gaping channel of her vagina, until it could go no further. I had reached her womb. She groaned and muttered something about fulfillment. She wriggled herself into position and raised herself till my shaft was visible and then down again. It glistened with the moisture. I let my hands wander over her thick thighs and then her bottom. I was in ecstasy feeling this mature lady's generous curves and looking at her tits swing as she moved. She rocked gently to and fro then gently up and down. Her mature body moved like the waves at the sea shore. Her tits were all over the place almost flying; her hips and belly were wobbling in all directions. It was an erotic sight.

"Auntie, I cannot stop myself." I muttered as she closed her eyes.

"I won't be long." She whispered and groaned. That guttural sound I had heard twice before, but this was softer and lasted longer. 

She then went into a ferocious movement, lifting her body up and then down very quickly. My shaft was subjected to some serious penetration and friction as she rode me. She focused the pressure on the top of my cock as she massaged her "G spot". Her fingers went to her clit and she erupted into a long loud guttural groan.

"ugh,ugh, ugh ,ugh." Was how it sounded.

I also exploded so the added lubrication which reduced the friction and she worked harder than ever. Her head went back her glasses fell off, her tits were swinging and her belly and thighs wobbled like perpetual motion. She grunted and sighed as she experienced wave after wave of intense pleasure. This lasted some time and she finally collapsed on to me covering me in kisses and crushing those great tits against my chest. Her bottom rose occasionally allowing my shaft to slip in and out of her fanny. I remained hard as I remembered the vision I had witnessed only seconds earlier.

She eventually raised her upper body and wiped her brow. We were both covered in perspiration and flushed beyond belief. She smiled and murmured something.

"John, I have never enjoyed the sexual act as much as I did just then. I have always wanted to take control and only when we did it at Mrs. K's did I realize how good it could be. Thank you for allowing me to do it that way."

"I loved it too Auntie," I replied.

She stood up slowly and the semen ran down her legs. She took her knickers and wiped it, but it continued to flow.

"Oh John you produced so much spunk. More that I have ever known. It must be because you are young and virile."

"It was the excitement of making love with you. You are truly beautiful and I love every inch of your body." I replied. "I would love to do this again."

"We shall and soon," Auntie P. promised. "And next time we do it your way and I will do exactly what you wish as long as I can have an orgasm again."

She covered her body with her dress and carefully looked outside before leaving the shed and saying to me "Bring the cushions, John."

I dressed and picked up the cushions and ran to her kitchen door. She asked me if I wanted to come in and freshen up. I did and we parted company with a passionate kiss and me feeling her tits through her dress. They hung down and her nipples soon became hard again.

"Come back for more gardening soon, John." She whispered as I left.



Mrs K and Me



I said that she had done the work and that I had just laid there. She remarked that there is more to it than just laying there. 

"Your cock is so beautiful and fills me up, and it stays hard even after you have come."

"Let me lick you clean." She asked. 

She got off me and now I could see all her naked body. Her ass was full and that beautiful belly, those tits, my word, how I wanted to eat her. 

"We would not want your mother to see semen stains in your pants," she commented.

She licked and sucked my cock and my balls till they were clean of juices and then went to the bathroom to clean herself, and I heard her pissing. 

When she returned she noticed that I was still hard and said "You should take advantage of me now and give me a really hard fast fuck." 

It was a fantasy of hers to be fucked by a stranger really quick and hard. She told me later.

I obliged as she lay on her back with her arms above her head gripping the pillows. Her breasts lay splayed out on either side of her chest. I pounded into her slippery cunt and smelled the aroma of her juices, and I experienced the wetness of her pussy increase as I pumped her. I had to work hard as I had already come twice that afternoon. I came eventually, but only when we were both out of breath and covered in sweat. She said that I lasted longer than she expected, on both occasions, which was because she had made me come with her hand the first time.

I got off and we just cuddled and she remarked how much she needed the warmth and affection that she had enjoyed that afternoon. We had another discussion about confidentiality and the consequences if word got out. 

"Would you like to do it again?" She asked, and naturally I said "yes," with enthusiasm. 

"How would we communicate?" She asked and she agreed she would work out a plan. 

She asked how soon I wished to return, and I said "How about tonight?" 

She thought that may be a little too soon, but I might like to look by if her husband's car was not in the garage. He often worked late and went away on business trips. The door to the garage was always left open, and I could leave you a coded message in a flowerpot near or in the garage. You might even deliver my groceries or my gin. 

"Saturday morning may be a good time to communicate or even have a quick cuddle." She grinned. 

We dressed and I left making sure I was not seen.

During the following days I was in a dream and my mother was inquisitive about my mood. She remarked how Mrs K. had phoned for her to deliver a bottle of gin and had done so on her way home for lunch. She had said that I had safely delivered her tipple earlier in the week and what a nice boy I had become. I smiled and thought, "If only you knew the truth."

I was impatient to visit her again and often picked up the phone but was afraid to call. I passed by the house in the hope of seeing her in the garden or at the window, but I was unfortunate. I noted how the garage door was always open and how Mr K's car was rarely there. I saw the flowerpot and looked inside, there was no note. Two days passed and then it was Friday. I walked by the garage again and spotted a piece of paper in the flowerpot. I took a look and it said, simply, "Groceries early on Saturday". I was not sure what to expect but I was sure something was on. I went to work at 8 am on the Saturday morning and the boss made me aware of my duties for the day. The orders were ready and the list was prepared. He said that Mrs K had phoned and required her delivery early, as she would be going out at 9.30 am. 

"Would your boy make mine the first delivery?" She had said.

My heart jumped and my cock twitched. I flushed and the boss noticed. Mrs K was known for her gin consumption and the boss said she might be hung over so be polite. I loaded her box on to my trade bike and rode off to the K house. I leaned my bike against the garage wall hidden down the side path and carried her groceries to the kitchen door. I knocked softly and soon she appeared. She opened the door and put her finger to her lips.

She was wearing her bath robe again which was loosely tied revealing a lovely view of her chest, and her hair was done nicely. Her lips were made-up with bright red lipstick and she smelled gorgeous. 

She took me by the arm and led me silently into her kitchen. I placed the box on the table and she led my through into the hall and then into the bathroom. She locked the door with us both inside. Her bath robe was opened and hung on the back of the door. She was wearing a short nightdress. It was white and silky and the straps were thin and the top was cut low. I could see the curve of her breasts and her beautiful shoulders and upper chest. Her hair was tied back. She did not smell of gin only of a beautiful soft perfume. 

She gently kissed me and then whispered in my ear. "I want you so badly, but we must be quiet as the children are in bed upstairs. They won't wake for a while, but if they do then you are just using the toilet, and Ken my husband is playing golf until lunch time."

She went straight to my fly and undid the buttons. She got my cock out gently and took it in both hands. She slowly rubbed it up and down until i was rock hard and oozing semen. I slipped my hands under her breasts as they swung into view down the top of her nightdress. I gently caressed them and squeezed her bullet hard nipples. She got down on her knees and guided my cock into her mouth. She just gently sucked and licked my knob. Her tongue probed the hole where at any moment semen would shoot. She let go and got to her feet and pressed her body against mine. My jeans were rough on her skin as was my shirt. She introduced my fingers to her pussy and I stroked her outer lips, but as they probed inside I found a very moist tunnel. The fingers slipped in easily and she then manipulated her pussy on my fingers. She groaned and whispered how much she wanted me. She stood back and then eased my cock in between her legs and rocked back and forth so it was rubbing against the outside of her pussy, she pressed down on it, then put my fingers to her clitoris. She showed me how and where to caress her sensitive spot. My two fingers stroked between the tip of her hard clit and her pussy. She whispered "harder and softer, slower and faster," as she wanted and then took my cock and eased it into her hole. It slipped in and she stood really close on her toes so it went right in. She raised herself up and then down so the pressure was on the front of her pussy, she became stiff and then groaned and really pushed hard down on my cock. I felt a gush of her juices running down my shaft and then onto my balls and dripping on the carpet. I was standing in her juices. She then jerked and groaned -- she had orgasmed and now I could not stop myself. She held me tight and her pussy took me all the way up. I felt my semen spurting against the inside. It went on for some seconds and then I felt our juices trickling down my legs. I was now standing in both our juices.

She looked wonderful; her face glowed, as did her upper body. She pulled slowly away and sat back on the toilet. She urinated and I enjoyed the sight, the sound and the smell. She streamed piss and semen and then wiped herself clean. She then took my semi limp cock in her mouth. It all went in and she sucked me clean. "Do you want to use the toilet?" she asked and I did so, nervously. I released my piss and she again licked me clean. The thought of all this made me aroused again and this she was aware. She removed her nightdress and turned around, and placed her hands on the low level toilet tank and this meant her ass was pointing at my rigid cock. Her ass was quite large and pear shaped. Her tits were hanging below her, as was her beautiful little belly.

What a sight. That rounded ass, legs apart, arched back, nipples blazing red and pointing to the floor, and how could I not grope her as she leaned there waiting for my cock again.

I enjoyed some foreplay feeling her large hanging tits and then my cock settled in the crack of her ass. Her legs opened more and she reached behind to guide my cock to her open pussy. She looked around; I slipped my hand beneath her to feel her tits and her belly again. I also loved to feel her thighs. She took my hand and guided it to her clit. It was as hard as my cock. I knew what to do now and stroked it as I thrust my cock into her deep hole. I twitched and so did she. I stroked faster and her arms straightened to brace herself. She grunted and I shot my load in to her again. Her orgasm was stunted this time but mine went on and on. She just held her position until I had finished and my cock slipped out. It flopped down and she turned and took it into her hands. We stood and embraced. She again licked me clean and urinated and wiped her pussy dry. We caressed silently and kissed gently. She whispered how much she loved our lovemaking and to come back soon. "When?" I said, and she told me to look in the flowerpot.