Storiesonline.net ------- My First Time by Chowhound99 Copyright© 2002 by Chowhound99 ------- Description: I dreamed of eating a pussy for months, ....I finally got my wish. Codes: mF true 1st cons oral ------- Chapter 1 I was fourteen the first time I saw a woman's pussy. I had seen a pussy, many times, I have a sister two years younger. She and I bathed together until I was twelve. When I began growing hair around my prick, she told mom and that was the last time we bathed together. I was standing in the bathroom door watching Helen Johnson, our neighbor, standing on the bathroom counter, one foot on either side of the sink. She was definitely scared because she was pissing herself. Standing on the counter, her legs spread almost two feet, opened her pussy, and allowed me to see her slit in its natural beauty. She was pointing at the mouse in the center of the floor, as she was trying to talk to me, her words unrecognizable. I assumed she was speaking Danish, her native tongue. I had difficulty trying to watch the mouse and look at her at the same time. She had thrown a can of hairspray, striking the mouse, but only maiming it, because it was able to move swiftly. In fact, it was able to flee each time I got near enough to reach for the poor rodent. I say poor rodent because she had struck him, or her, and it was powered only by its front feet, nevertheless it was still elusive. She became hysterical when the mouse ran to the base of the sink, directly under her, causing a forced stream of piss to strike the counter and splash against my bare chest and waist. Her speech became forced and she was shedding tears as she babbled words I couldn't understand. I tried to catch it a half dozen times before I finally took the towel and dropped it over the injured rodent. When I picked it up, it was still fighting and I almost dropped it but I tossed the towel at the commode and the mouse went swimming. I quickly flushed the toilet and he, or she, was history. I still had Helen standing on the counter screaming. I tried to calm her but she was totally out of it. I was five-seven, and almost one hundred and forty pounds, about fifteen pounds heavier the she, but she was five-ten, at least. I was trying to help her from the counter but she was not cooperating, not in the least. She had seen the mouse disappear in the toilet however; she wasn't calmed in the least by its watery demise. I had her under control, to the point I was holding tightly to her hands. I couldn't get her to step on the side of the tub so I decided to wrap my arms around her legs and lower her to the floor. I wasn't really prepared for her move because my arms went around her legs and she managed to get one leg went over my shoulder. I had a pussy in my face and also an additional one hundred-twenty plus pounds on me. I almost went to my knees with the additional weight. I managed to stumble against the wall and steady myself enough to walk her from the bathroom. I knew where her bedroom was located, a good thing, because all I could see was pussy in my face. I heard her head hit on the doorframe, twice, as I walked her from the bathroom to her bedroom, her leg locked around my neck and back. We bounced off each wall, at least one time, before we entered her bedroom and then I met her bed sooner than I expected, and we fell, my face buried in her pussy. It would be safer to say her leg was burying my face in hell's gate. She didn't release me as I thought she would, rather she held me in such a manner I couldn't hardly breathe. The aroma from her pussy had stirred the male in me, because I didn't struggle to free myself. It was just the opposite because I remember pressing my face into her wet opening, unaware I was eating my first pussy. I had dreamed of eating a pussy for months, but it was my mom's I dreamed of eating. I read every magazine I could find, especially when the subject had been about going down on a woman. My mother was much better looking than Helen Johnson was, and although the women were about the same age, mom was shorter, her ass perfectly formed and her breasts caused me to become stiff at least ten times a day. As my tongue made its way through Helen's slit I wondered if mom's pussy was shaved clean as was Helen's. I guessed my reading dirty books paid because I began licking and sucking on her outer pussy lips until they were swollen, and only then did I begin to suck and lick the inner lips, spreading her with my thumbs pressing outward, using the outer lips as thumb holds. Her clit was free standing, protruding from within the opening, as I spread her lips wide; causing moans, which I knew, were not from pleasure. It was my first pussy and I did not have the expertise to handle it tenderly, something Helen would need to teach me later. At that moment, I was going on memory from the books, and books were for teaching novices. They gave me enough knowledge to bring her to a loud orgasm, by sucking soundly on her clit until she was begging, pushing, and finally banging on my head to get me to release the tiny piece of flesh. I lay, my head resting high on her thigh, for many minutes, until I heard her breathing normal and her body became calm. I was watching the tiny clit as it would begin to slowly deflate. My breath directed on it would cause it to rise again. Each time I blew across the tiny bit of flesh, I would hear her moan lowly and her body tense slightly. She finally pulled me up against her full breasts, disallowing my teasing. Now her breasts, primarily her nipples were the object of my desire. I wetted my finger, and touched the tiny point, causing it to stand. I remember reading this in a book and I had to be so very delicate with her body. Allowing me to play with her breasts for many minutes, I thought I was in heaven. She tired of me playing with her breasts and pulled my head over her, pressing my mouth over a nipple. I sucked on her nipples, going from one to the other and back. She began making little moaning sounds and I thought I was hurting her, and stopped sucking. She grasped my prick through my trousers and I began to tremble, I tried to control my body movements but I couldn't. She pulled on the zipper on my trousers and when her hand touched my prick, it was downhill. Actually, I hate to admit it but she brought me off in under a minute. I was mesmerized. I was deflated. My first opportunity to fuck a woman and I came in her hand. I felt like crying but I knew that wouldn't help my situation. I was ready to try this once more and I wondered how long I would wait before I could get another erection. I don't know where her strength came from but she pulled me over her thin body and wiped my limp prick around her pussy and almost immediately, I became hard. It took much longer this time, having just cum, and I know I lasted three minutes before I came, only this time I came in her pussy. I was proud, I had my first pussy. I took the money for mowing her grass and rode my bicycle to the pet store. Mom took a shower about this time every day. ------- Chapter 2 I took the five dollars Helen Johnson paid me and rushed to the pet store. I wanted four mice, and I knew they were a quarter each. I didn't know I would need a cage to keep them in and I rented a cage for a week, the woman running the store charged me four dollars for rent. I lied, and told her I needed the mice for a summer school project, which was the only way she would let me have the cage. She made me feel like a criminal, just to buy four mice. I filled out a card, front, and back, and she knew more about me than mom, when I completed it. I'm Daniel, Dan to all my friends, which in the summer are very few. We live in a small sub-division five miles from town, and my school. Mom works nights and Victoria, my sister, and I have to stay close to the house when mom sleeps in the mornings. My mom is pretty, but she has no butt. I guess that's why dad left two years ago because I see him every month or two, the woman he married has a huge butt, and she weighs twice as much as mom. I brought the mice home but mom was showered and dressed when I brought them in. I waited and the next day, when she showered, I let one of the mice loose in the bathroom, while she was in the shower. I can tell you up front, that mouse scare doesn't work, not the way I hoped anyway. Mom saw the mouse in the bathroom, and killed it. I had to clean up the mess. The remaining three escaped the next night. They did scare the piss out of my sister though. The only problem, she and Linda were on my bed when they saw the little bastard, and my bed was the one got pissed on. Needless to say, that curtailed the mouse activities. I think back, and it was a stupid plan. Dedication, Bah-humbug. I can honestly admit, I was the most dedicated thirteen-year-old you have ever seen during the summer. Every morning I crawled out of my bed with one thing on my mind, I was going to get to lick a pussy, and hopefully fuck it afterwards. I had my priorities in order; my mom, my sister, any other willing female. What I didn't understand at the time was, I could have made better use of my time sitting on the street corner helping little old ladies cross with the light. There is no light in our subdivision if that gives you a hint. I helped more women mow grass, wash cars, carry groceries from the car to the house, move furniture, and the worst of all, hang curtains. I read all these paperback books, and everything one of the characters in the book did, and scored, I tried. It didn't work. I received blisters on my hand from a hot lawn mower, soaked pants and shoes, a stubbed toe, an aching back and a sprained arm from falling off a ladder. I built up quite a reputation in the neighborhood however, as Chuck told me a few days before his twelfth birthday, "You have become the most 'helpful jerk' in the neighborhood." He was so confident he made a bet with me, I could pick the time and day. I was to start at one end of the subdivision and walk to the distant end, and the bet was there would not be, two people I passed, not speak to me by name. The following morning we started, and I passed thirty-two people, and thirty-one spoke, calling me by name. The one smart ass that didn't call me by name called me, "Vicky's brother." I went door-to-door that afternoon, searching for a job to pay my debt. Two days before school started, our little group was just sitting and talking and Chuck began asking how the summer went for everyone. First he asked Linda, his sister, what she really wanted to do this summer, and how close did she get to do it. That was everyone's question. Linda said, "I wanted this tiny bikini and I got it." Vicky spoke and said, "No, that's not right, you wanted to go to a movie with Ted Brown." (Ted was a 16-year-old football player at school). "But we were swimming one day and I asked him, and he hugged me and kissed me on the forehead," Linda reluctantly admitted. Everyone began laughing and Linda continued, "He said he would but it wouldn't look proper for a sixteen year old boy to go to a movie with a girl who was eleven." That stopped the laughing because we knew Linda was extremely sensitive about him. It was Vicky's turn and she said, "I wanted to go back to school wearing a 32B bra." Chuck asked, "Did you get your wish?" Vicky nodded her head up and down rapidly, smiling as she nodded, throwing out her chest. Linda quickly said, "I thought you..." She stopped when she saw the stare she was getting from my sister. Chuck looked in my direction, "Dan, how about you?" "Well I really didn't have..." Chuck cut me off. "He had this great plan. He has been reading these books, and you know all the work he has been doing for everyone this summer, he was doing what the men in the books did and got a piece of ass for the job afterwards." Chuck began laughing and when he stopped laughing, he was chuckling and said, "that was my wish too, and neither one of us came close." He started cackling like an old hen and finally got the second part of his answer finished, laughing between every word. "I didn't get my wish but I didn't work my ass off all summer." I was pissed at Chuck, I didn't want that told to anyone, especially my sister, and as far as I was concerned we weren't best friends any longer. School was starting and I would get my friends from school. Linda asked, "What's a piece of ass, and what is it for," Chuck burst into laughter again and Linda got pissed at him. She threatened to tell their mom if he didn't stop laughing at her. Chuck was an ass, he kept laughing and telling my sister I was learning to be a queer, and a goody-goody. All the husbands would want me around to wash cars and carry out trash, and other things. I got pissed and said I was leaving. I was half a block down the road when I heard Linda calling me. I stopped and waited until she caught up, and we began walking together. I walked her home and half way to her house, she took my arm. Our walking pace slowed and we were casually chatting when she came unexpectedly with her questions. "Dan, why don't you ever try to kiss me, and feel under my dress like Chuck does? He said you do it to Victoria all the time but I never see you. And would you massage my breasts like you massage hers, I want mine to be the same size; you won't have to learn any new growing areas." She was looking at me and she was serious, and I wondered what Chuck was telling her. "We are too close to your house now, let me think about it and I'll let you know tomorrow." I was going to ask Chuck what he was telling her, because he had filled her head with a bunch of malarkey. When we got to her house, her mom was dressed sharp, I mean sharp. She was going out and she had a pizza on the table for Chuck and Linda, and there was plenty and I could help them eat it. I walked Linda's mom to her car and closed the door for her, and she thanked me. Boy did she thank me, when she got in the car she raised her leg and I saw her black panties, and her legs were almost as pretty as mom's. I got a boner, and I had to walk funny when I said good night to Linda. Linda took my arm and pulled me inside the kitchen, "Do you want pizza?" "No thanks I don't want any," I said. She was getting colas from the refrigerator, one for each of us. I sat down, in the seat neither of them used, and began drinking my cola. I thought Linda went to the bathroom She was gone about five minutes and then called me, "Dan, come back here please." I was expecting to play Nintendo; I picked up my cola and walked back to her room, taking two steps into her room before I stopped. She was lying on the bed, on her back with her feet spread about two feet apart. "Victoria said you lick her pussy for her every night, and I would like you to lick mine. I won't ask to suck your prick because she said you don't like that, but that was her wish for the summer, to suck you prick until you shot your white stuff in her mouth, so she can swallow it. She said she has tasted it many times and it tastes good. I don't know why you don't like her to do it, Chuck wants me to do it to him. And I want you to massage my tits, so they grow as big as your sisters." She was pleased with herself, she got all that out and I could see she was as serious as could be. "Linda, I... I... I don't..." I tried to get it out but she turned too quick. "Crying into her pillow, I could her muffled speech, "You think I'm ugly, that's why you won't do it. I didn't suddenly become righteous, I wanted to do everything to her, but all she heard was pack of lies. I knew I would hate myself the next day but at the time, I thought it was right. I walked around to the far side of her bed and tried to lift her head to explain. I didn't get far because when I pulled, she rose quickly, still crying, and pressed her lips to mine. I don't know who told her I was experienced because in the first minute I realized she knew more than I. She gradually pulled me on the bed as she continued teaching me to kiss. Her tongue was wild in my mouth and I began to copy her motions. My hands were still on her head and she moved one to a small nubbin of a breast, and I began squeezing it. She began moaning in my mouth, so I moaned back in hers. I figured it was the proper thing to do. Our moans got pretty loud and she pulled my hand from her head and laced it on her pussy, and she didn't have to tell me what to do. I started fingering her, and she was wet. I used her fluids to trace around her pussy lips, rubbing across her clit, after I found it. It is a good thing I read all those books because I couldn't find the little monster, I crossed it and she moaned louder and pushed my finger back to it. I tried to keep a finger on it but it was hard trying to rub all over her pussy and keep my finger in one spot. I learned that her body would flinch when I touched it and I kept moving back until I felt her move. She pushed me back, "Take your clothes off," and I followed her instructions. I was standing beside the bed when I tossed my trousers aside, followed by my skivvies. My little prick was pointing straight at her and she reached for it. I think she took it in three fingers, I can't remember, because at that time I was somewhere else, a place called out of this world. I didn't see her lower her head but I felt her warm mouth cover my prick head. She didn't feel my sperm coming and I didn't think there was enough for her to worry about, I didn't say anything. I shot into her mouth and she said it went down the wrong pipe because she started coughing and sputtering, and half of it came out her nose. She wiped her nose and spread my cum into her pussy, gathering as much as she could and wiping it in the same place. My little prick got hard watching her and she lay back, pulling me. Placing my prick into her twelve-year-old pussy, she pulled me and reared up, getting me as deep as possible on the first plunge. I must admit I came before she did, and this time, it stayed in the hole we aimed for it to go. She insisted I lick her pussy and I did, I tasted my sperm for three days. Linda likes it, and drinks it all after that first snafu, I personally don't like it but I like to keep my homework caught up. Veronica Denise H. was born nine months to the day, as scribbled in my diary. Since I started this story on her sixteenth birthday, this event occurred sixteen years and nine months ago. Mom and Ronica (Veronica, my mother in law and Denise, my mother) raised VD (I have actually called her that twice, when she did something really stupid), we call her Veronica Denise and she is a beautiful and intelligent girl. Mom and Ronica accepted equal responsibility, along with Linda and I, for Linda's pregnancy, because neither mother would explain the birds and the bees to us, and Linda never had a period before she became pregnant. When I say they accepted responsibility, I mean it literally. A month after we learned Linda was pregnant, we moved, both families, into a house four times as large as the two were, with ten times as much yard to mow, however there was also a barn for our horses, a lake and a stream, for our swimming pleasure, before we installed a pool. On the evening of her sixteenth birthday: (1) after listening to forty plus screaming teenagers most of the day, (2) in and out of the pool a thousand times, each time opening the refrigerator and freezer doors, (3) changing the channel on the TV every other visit, (4) and having two dozen radios going at once, each on a different station, (5) we sat down for a family quiet hour. Veronica Denise got her wish from her mother, Linda, bless her heart, promised to tell the circumstances of her conception. It seems Veronica Denise read a story when she was thirteen and Linda said she would tell her when she was sixteen. We were reminded of this promise every day after the day she turned fifteen. They (Linda, Mom, and Ronica) brought out my dogged eared diary, which they almost had memorized, reading some of it almost daily and numbering the incidents occurring the year I turned fourteen, and read portions to my daughter to substantiate their story. They still skip one page, the actual date of conception because I made an additional entry and double underlined it. "Linda did not have a cherry." Vicky and Chuck married when they finished Junior College and Vicky swears she was Chuck's first piece of ass. While they were looking over mom's shoulder at my diary, Chuck was probably looking down her blouse, Linda went upstairs and removed all her underclothes and put on a robe. When she came downstairs I called attention to her dress, getting everyone's attention. I opened her robe and showed Chuck where to massage to grow pussy hair, to enlarge breast and to excite his wife. Then I mentioned that Vicky was an expert at sucking pricks however she couldn't find one because her husband didn't like blowjobs. They were both red faced when they left an hour later. Linda will laugh about it now however the first ten years of our marriage, if the subject came up, she would leave the room. It so happened she did get her wish the summer she turned twelve, she went to a movie with Ted Brown. He drove them thirty miles to a drive in and Linda said he took her cherry before the first feature came on, she laughs because the cartoons were on. Ted may have got a cherry off the tree, however I have the tree and it blooms year round. Linda graduated from high school on a Thursday, I graduated Junior College on Friday, the day after, and we married on Saturday. Helen Johnson still lives in the same house, her daughter Eve, is four months older, than Victoria Denise and they are best friends, they look like twins. Mr. Johnson left the weekend of 4 July, six months before Eve was born. I still cut Helen's grass weekly, she refuses any money for Eve because she gets alimony from her former husband. I still bring a mouse home every six or eight months, taking one by Helen's also, and I still pay five dollars to rent that stupid cage. The price of mice has risen; they are now two dollars each. They are worth it. Thanks to my wife's insistence, I finished this segment, with three to go hopefully. A special thanks to Chowhound for posting it for me. I like to read, not write. I skipped the first two R's of the three, and Chowhound admits he missed all 3. ------- Chapter 3: Thanksgiving Week The week of Thanksgiving, the company my father worked for shut down for emergency maintenance. Since Chuck and Linda's father and my father were old school buddies, working for the same company, by mutual agreement decided to go to the gulf coast. Dad called mom and she would allow us to stay out of school for three days. Dad didn't say anything about another couple riding with us. When he came on Sunday morning, Vicky and I were ready. I walked out to the car, there six people in the car already, Vicky, and I would make eight. I said I didn't feel like going, and walked back in the house. Dad came and tried talking me into going, but I refused, I said I didn't feel like riding in a car for almost ten hours, packed like sardines. He finally understood my point. He promised to bring me back a present. I went inside and lay around, waiting on mom all morning. I called her work at lunch and she called me back an hour later. She was upset, "Dan I thought you were going with your dad and I agreed to pull double shifts at work this week. I agreed so another supervisor could be off with her husband." Mom wanted me to stay with Ronica, Chuck's mom, however, I argued with her, I was fourteen and didn't need a baby sitter. "Mom, we bought groceries yesterday, there is a two week supply, I have plenty to eat," I argued when she worried about me eating. "Yes mom, I'll go down to Chuck's as soon as we hang up and let her know I am okay, and yes I'm sure I will eat a few meals there," my final words to her seemed to satisfy her. I was almost running to her room when I replaced the phone in the cradle. Mom told me where she hid the key to her desk; there was money in a drawer, in case I needed it. I wasn't worried about the money, I had caught a glimpse of a picture, when I walked in unannounced weeks earlier, and she quickly slipped it in the drawer. I wanted to see that picture, my curiosity was eager to be satisfied and I wondered if I might find other things of interest. I found the key and rushed to the desk, the money was where she said she placed it, however I kept looking, I had one thing on my mind. I searched through every drawer, finding some interesting things, but not what I was searching for. I remembered reading where people hid things behind pictures and underneath drawers, and I removed each drawer and checked underneath it, no luck. I started going through the drawers a second time, the picture had to be in the desk. My prick was throbbing, I remember the quick look, and seeing the tits on the woman in the picture, had been in my mind as I stroked off four or five dozen times. I remembered stroking my prick, twice a day for a month afterwards, checking this desk daily for an opened drawer. I picked up the money to see how much we had; mom said you don't put all your eggs in one basket, so I figured some was in the bank and the rest in the house. I couldn't believe it when I picked the money up; the pictures were below the plastic carrier holding the greenbacks. I was looking for a picture, what I found was closer to fifty. I carefully removed the rubber band holding the pictures and laid it aside. I couldn't believe the pictures, they were all of my mom and each in a state of undress. I went through the pictures, one at a time, and on my fourth viewing, I determined there were three sets of the same pictures. I found the one I saw the first time, and I dwelled on it. The quick glimpse was set in my mind however now I had the original, it would remain there forever. Mom was sitting on a man and his prick was in her ass, her fingers spreading her pussy. There were only six pictures with a man's face showing and I began trying to match the pictures to determine who the person was. I knew I had seen him before but I couldn't actually place him. Five of the pictures had mom with a prick in her pussy or ass, these are the ones I dwelled on. I beat off, sitting at the desk while I was looking at the pictures. I memorized each picture, wishing that was my prick in mom. I stroked my prick slowly not wanting to hurry because I paced my strokes to prolong my excited state as long as possible. I looked at mom's legs and thought about the week before; I massaged mom's legs and feet three times. It seemed like every month, mom and Cindy would get the other to give a foot and leg massage, Cindy had been giving mom massages for a year. I saw what mom liked Cindy to do and when mom came in over-tired last week I quickly volunteered to massage her feet and legs. She was hesitant, at first, but Cindy wasn't home at the time, and she allowed me to give the massage. I was disappointed from the start, first, mom and Cindy always lay on the bed, and second, they wore robes. Mom came out if her room in shorts and a blouse, which she tied under her breasts. That was a plus at least, the blouse she wore was the one that the material molded to her body, and before I started, I saw her nipples were erect. I had an erection and mom noticed right off, and the massage didn't go well, each time a part of her body touched me, she moved away. Mom also lay on the sofa. Two nights later, mom's night off, she had stayed over, working a double and as soon as she walked in the door, asked, "Where's Vicky?" "She and Linda are in her room. The extra credit paper is due tomorrow and they went to her room as soon as we got home from school, I guess I'll walk Linda home, unless her mom will come for her," I said. I didn't mind walking Linda home because we were becoming closer, in many ways. I saw mom look at my prick, at the moment I was okay, no stiffy. "Would you care to give my feet a massage; I have been standing all day?" I turned quickly and walked to the refrigerator, "Sure mom would you like a cold drink?" I asked. I didn't want her to see I had an erection at her mention of a massage, not tonight. "Hey bud," she said jokingly, "it's my night off; I am going to have a drink." She made her drink while I sipped from my cola, "I'll be ready for you in a minute." She said as she walked to her room, with her drink. She stood in the doorway a few minutes later, her drink in her hand, "Are you ready for me?" She turned and walked back to her room and my heart did at least half a dozen cartwheels, she was wearing shorts and the same blouse, however we were going to be on her bed, which was a start. "Mom, your feet are swollen," I said as I kneeled at her feet, rubbing the oil into my hands as I saw them do. "That's water build-up, that is why they are so swollen and sore," she said turning to see what I was doing. "Well, I think you should lay off the water for a couple of days, they are swollen badly," I said and I heard her laugh into the pillow. I couldn't see how she thought it was so funny, especially since she said they hurt. I started at her toes and worked to one knee, as Vicky did. After I reached both knees, I started at a toe and went all the way to within three or four inches or her ass cheeks. The first time I got that close her head came off the bed and I thought she was going to tell me to stop so I didn't go quite as high the nest pass. It worked because she remained prone on the bed. After the one leg, I did the other, exactly the same way, I went as far as I could, until she rose, and that was the highest point I knew I was allowed to reach. Words cannot express my feelings that night, I was on a high. Mom was the one to stop the massage, I could have massaged her all night, she had the smoothest legs, and she smelled good too. I noticed her perfume half way through the massage and I had a continuous erection after that. She had a good woman smell, and the perfume seemed to get stronger the longer she lay on the bed. I was in heaven. I know she was enjoying my hands because she moaned a couple of times, and I was afraid I hurt her, however she said I hit a sensitive spot and it was extra sore. These were right behind her knees and I paid particular attention there because just before she made me stop, she went stiff and moaned loud. I didn't think I was that rough, however I guess I wasn't paying attention, I spent too much time trying to see through the leg of her shorts, however I never did get to see her pussy. She hugged and kissed me, and I felt great. Her hug was extra long and my face was pressed against one breast, I could have bit or licked her nipple, they stood out so. I don't know what kind of perfume she wore but it sure was strong that evening. Even Vicky noticed it much later, she was going to the bathroom, and I saw her stop and smell, quenching her nose. Two nights later mom asked me for a massage and Vicky was home, she was just in her room listening to music and mom knew it. I didn't mind, I liked giving the massages where Vicky just did them when asked. I wasn't half way finished when mom said that was good enough for the night. I worked to both knees and when I worked one leg to 'the highest point' I told mom it looked like she had a bite on her butt, I said it really looked like someone's teeth marks, but I know that couldn't be what it actually was. Anyway, had I kept my mouth shut I could have finished the massage. I looked at the pictures for two hours, counting sixty-eight twice. I took the picture I wanted; I didn't think mom would miss one picture with all the duplicates. I replaced the rubber band carefully and put everything back as I found it, replacing the key also. I hid the picture in my room and decided I had better check with Ronica before mom called checking on me. I rode to Chuck's and saw Ronica's boyfriend's car at the curb. He never parked in the drive, I don't know why. I knocked on the door and I heard mumbling coming from inside. I saw a man run past through the small opening in the drapes, he was naked. Ronica called out, "Who is it?" "It's Dan, I just wanted to check in as mom said, I'm going to see who is playing outside," I called through the door and rode down the drive. I saw her looking through the drapes as I rode away. Monday morning Ronica called to check on me and I was ready for the bus. She went through the usual, was I wearing clean clothes, did I take a bath the night before, did I have breakfast, and what did I have? I passed the quiz because she said she would see me after school and we would have dinner together. School was great that day, we didn't have classes. We were in our homeroom when they made an announcement; school was cancelled for the day, for the remainder of the week. We were unable to drink the water; it was rusty in all the fountains and faucets. It would take two days to repair and flush and since we were not scheduled for school after Wednesday, we would be off the whole week. That was the good part, the bad part came when they said we had to make up the days, one day on our Easter break and two snow days would be school days, unless it snowed and the two days would be made up in another way. When the busses loaded, it was almost like the last day of school, there was so much cheering. When the bus came to my stop, I ran home. The first thing I did was take the pictures out. I had the pictures spread, in rows, on mom's floor and I was stroking ole Danny boy's thing big time. I would almost reach the point and I would stop. The first time I went to my room, took my coat off, and hung it up. I went back to the pictures and worked on my prick some more. When I stopped, I went to the fridge and got a cola, returning to the pictures. I learned if you press a cold can against a hot prick, the cold can will win, every time. I wanted to cum however I wanted to make it last as long as possible and I took a break from the pictures. I had never nosed around mom's room. She had a rule, her room was her castle, and the same as my room was mine. She always knocked before entering, even Vicky knocked. I began looking through her drawers and found a dildo in the third drawer. I was shocked at first, it looked like a real prick, and I thought mom had really become upset at someone, that is until I found the box it came in. I found six letters in the bottom drawer, and they came from an advertising agency, or so the return address was labeled. I opened the first and it was handwritten, and was signed, "Mucho Mark." It was just a short note on the page, "I enjoyed our lunch however we need to meet again soon, the panties you gave me are getting stiff, I have jacked off in them over a dozen times." I reread the note and wondered why a man would jack off in a woman's panties. I replaced the letter and opened the second one. It was about panties also, "We must meet, I have chewed the crotch out of the panties you gave me. Please call me." There was a phone number and initials. The last letters were all the same, they wanted mom to send her dirty worn panties, and the longer she wore them, the better. I replaced the letters, got a pair of mom's panties, and felt them, they were soft, however they smelled clean. I wrapped the panties around my prick and I knew why men wanted her panties after the first minute. There was a thrill, which was unexplainable. I went back to the pictures, with her panties wrapped around my prick, and the second picture I picked up caused me to shoot my wad. I didn't stroke my meat or anything, I just looked at the picture and cum, it was my favorite. I was leaning against mom's bed, my hand still holding the panties around my prick, I knew why men liked to shoot off in mom's panties after the climax I just had. It was fifty times better than in the shower, or even after looking at the pictures, I felt relaxed. I really felt relaxed because the phone rang five times before I jumped up to answer it. "Dan, why didn't you stop by and let me know you weren't in school today?" Ronica said without saying hello. "I was going to call you later," I said, "I didn't want to disturb you this afternoon." "Why don't I pick you up in, say ten minutes, we can have a late lunch-early supper. How does that sound?" Ronica asked. "Great with me, I'll be ready." I looked at the clock and it was almost two, I had been looking at the pictures and letters for almost four hours. I rushed to put the pictures back, trying to get everything the way I found it. Ronica said she had to dress however, she was ringing the doorbell before I was through putting everything back. I grabbed my jacket and rushed to the door, but she pushed me back, "Do you think your mom would mind if I borrowed her pink skirt? I spilled something on mine." I could see a mark; it looked like it was just wet. "I don't think she would mind," I said, as she led the way to mom's room. When she entered mom's room, I almost passed out. She walked in, picked up the panties, walked to the dirty clothes hamper, and dropped them in the hamper. "I am going to talk to your mom; she's getting sloppy leaving her soiled clothing lying around." When Ronica picked up the dildo from the dresser and placed it in the third drawer, I thought my life was over. I was afraid to speak, I couldn't have spoken if I had tried, I was down for the count, as close as a living person can get anyway. I don't know if she could hear my heart beating or my knees shaking, but if she did, there was a good reason, they were out of my control. I couldn't see her in the closet; however, I could hear her moving hangers. She stepped closed to the door and I saw her in the full mirror, she looked at me quickly before she removed her wet skirt. Standing upright, and turning the skirt, I could see her pussy; just a few hairs covered it, neatly trimmed on top. Looking at me through the mirror, she leaned, put her feet in the skirt, and stood, pulling it to her waist, and buttoning it. Her eyes remained on mine all the while. Checking herself in the mirror, she smiled and walked around the bed, taking my arm. I was trembling as we walked to the car. I walked around and she stood waiting, at the last moment, I realized she was waiting for me to open her door. I rushed back and she seated herself, unladylike naturally, I saw her bare pussy as she spread her legs. We ate pizza, that's about all I remember. Leaving the restaurant, I was again allowed to view her female charms, as she smiled and looked at my erection as I held the door for her. I remember the ride to her house, following her inside, and being led to her bedroom. I don't remember either of us getting undressed, however we did. We made love, she was my teacher, and she controlled our actions. She prohibited me from cuming almost immediately, although she was a little rough. The marvelous part about the afternoon and evening is she called me Daniel, never once calling me Dan. She made me feel like an adult, however after my first slip of the tongue, she became Veronica for the remainder of the evening. I had my face buried in her pussy, I believe for the third time, when she asked me a question I didn't quite understand at the time she asked. "Daniel, do you know why your mom never goes out with men? I thought about the answer for a long time before I answered. "No, I wish I knew, Victoria and I have asked ourselves the same question." As she pulled my face into her pussy hard, I felt her passing through another orgasm, her fourth I believe, afterwards she said, "She doesn't need to look for a lover, she has one at home." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2002-07-20 Last Modified: 2002-08-02 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------