****** Mrs. Jennison by Skarlet Knight ******
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Mrs. Jennison


Mrs. Jennison
By Skarlet Knight (ruknight1@excite.com) - Please write in with comments, as
this is my first story.

Chapter 1:

Mrs. Jennison was the mother of two girls I went to school with, and one of my
mom's best friends. The Jennisons lived about four houses down, on the opposite
side of the road, and I was always over there playing when I was a kid. April,
the oldest daughter, was the babysitter of her sister, Heather, my brother and
I, when we were younger, and we would spend many a summer day playing in their
pool. Brenda, a.k.a. Mrs. Jennison, was almost like mom-away-from-home. Heather
was a year older than me, so we were in school together, and April was four
years older.

As the years went on, and I started to approach puberty, I began to look at
April, Heather, and Brenda, as well as every other woman who crossed my path,
in a very different way. I slowly realized that Brenda was a beautiful woman,
although a little on the air headed side. She had a very breathy way of
speaking that was subtle, and unintentionally sexy. Her natural friendliness
was just fuel on a fire that was slowly getting started.

Looking back to that time of my life, I don't feel that I was different than
any other boys my age. Hormones permeated everything I did. One of the things I
would do at night, to help me fall asleep, is close my eyes and picture having
a sexual encounter with any woman I knew....my aunt (by marriage), my neighbor,
my teacher, etc. Mrs. Jennison, unbeknownst to her, was often a star in my
little dream plays. I hadn't yet discovered masturbating, and wouldn't until my
third year of college, so I would just drift off to sleep with sugar plums
dancing in my head. In my mind, I could create any situation I chose, and act
the puppeteer so that Madam X would do what I want, when I want. If only life
could be as ideal as dreams. Although I was bold in my mind, in reality, I
didn't have the balls to try the things I fantasized about. The opportunity
would have to present itself in such a way that there was no question as to the
outcome. But, as I said before, hormones permeated everything I did, and
sometimes it could override logic and modesty. Such was the case with Mrs.
Jennison.

By the time I was 14, and finishing up my freshman year of high school, I had a
whole new set of friends and didn't spend much time over at the Jennisons. I
would occasionally see Heather in the halls, or April in passing in the
neighborhood. The only times I would see Brenda is when her and her husband
would go out with my parents, or if I needed to drop something off for my mom.
In each case, Brenda was always very friendly without being teasing. I was sure
she never shared my overactive imagination, at least I never had that feeling.

I ran into Heather in the hallway on the last day of classes and she invited me
over for a swim after school. Seems a bunch of kids on the block were heading
over to celebrate the beginning of a new summer, and for me the end of freshman
year. I got home about 2:30 and still had an hour and half to kill before
heading down the road. I threw my notebooks down on my bedroom floor, to be
saved for a bonfire at a undetermined time in the near future, and got
something to eat. I took my pooch for a walk, and still had about a half hour
to kill so I decided to go over a little bit early. If nothing else, I figured
I'd bullshit with Heather until everyone else showed up.

When I got to their house, I went around back to see if anyone was around. The
Jennisons had a second story deck that opened up from their kitchen and dining
room, so I started up the deck stairs. I heard some music playing on a portable
radio and figured it was coming from an open kitchen window, or sliding glass
door. When I got to the top, my first observation was that some woman was lying
topless on a blanket. She didn't hear me over the music, and her somewhat
sleepy daze. April had been away at college, and Robin had blond hair, so
within milliseconds my brain registered Brenda. Before she knew I was there, I
was able to just stop and stare at a pair of beautifully tan, 36 D cups in all
their glory. My dad's Playboys and Amanda Jenkins 13 year old nibblets were
about the only real experience I had, so to see a set in real life was the
chance that every 14 year old boy dreams about. She had on a bikini bottom that
was designed for one purpose, and one purpose only, maximum skin tanning
availability. Brenda had April when she was about April's age, and was looking
better than any 36 year old women I knew in person. She was lean, tan, and
built for speed, but she wasn't showy. She didn't flaunt herself in any snobby
way. She was very down-to-Earth, almost oblivious to the effect she could have
on the male species, which is what made her even more attractive. This was in
stark contrast to her two daughters, who lived for the chase but not the kill.

By this time, in a hormonal fog, I had walked closer to Brenda, and the
vibration of my feet must have woke her up because she suddenly jumped and
grabbed a towel. She was embarrassed and asked how long I'd been there.

"Only a couple seconds," I stuttered.

"You scared me. I thought you were a stranger. Heather isn't home yet, but I
thought I'd catch a little sun before she is. Come on in and I'll fix you some
lemonade while you wait."

She held the towel over her chest as we walked inside. She told me to help
myself to the lemonade and that she would be right out. She came out in the
same bikini bottom with a half shirt on and we just talked until Heather and
the gang came around. We swam and played pool volleyball from 4:30 until about
8:00, at which time everyone who could still feel their fingertips grabbed a
towel and headed home for dinner. Brenda continued to lie out in the sun until
it was getting dark, although covered on all vital areas, and I continued to
catch a peak out of the corner of my eye every 10 or 15 seconds. I noticed, in
between glances, that I was not the only one with involuntary glances. All the
guys were nonchalantly looking in her direction in between volleyball serves.
Don't get me wrong, Heather looked like a younger version of Brenda, but Brenda
was a woman. Every 14 year old male fantasy is to be with an older woman. At
last, I headed home as the sun set on a new summer.

Chapter 2

I got a job that summer mowing lawns in the neighborhood. It was hot, and
sweaty, but it paid for gas and CD money. The Jennisons were on my list of
houses to mow, and I always hoped I would run in to Brenda on the deck again. I
never did. But somewhere in the haze of August, I ran into Brenda under
different circumstances.

Brenda's husband, Dan, was a Vice President in one of the local banks. His
professional success allowed Brenda to stay at home and take care of the girls
and the house. My normal routine was to find Brenda after I was done mowing,
and she would pay me. Sometimes she would be cleaning in some far off corner of
the house and she wouldn't hear me, so she told me that if she was home, but
didn't answer to come on in. I knocked about three times, but didn't hear an
answer. I knew she was home because her car was in the driveway, so I opened
the door and walked in. I called to her, but there was no answer. I could hear
the shower running and the radio playing in her bedroom, and decided that she
hadn't even known I was mowing today.

There comes a time in every young man's life when he has to decide how big a
set of balls he really has. Not literally, figuratively. Is he going to be a
follower, or a leader? Is he going to talk the talk, or walk like John Wayne?
This was the time that hormones overrode common sense. I slowly walked up the
stairs, trying not to make too much noise and scare her, at least that's what I
told myself. I was actually trying to minimize the sound of rushing blood in my
ears from a heart that felt like it was going to explode from nervousness. I
was trying to listen for anyone else who might be coming home to find me
sneaking into my neighbors bedroom. The sweat began to pour, but I remained
focused. I finally reached the bedroom door, and by now I had the intensity of
Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible.

I entered the bedroom and headed towards the bathroom door. I could see and
feel the steam coming from the shower as I slowly approached. From where I was
standing, I could see Brenda's outline in the glass mosaic shower door.
Although distorted, I could make up enough of an outline to figure where all
the pieces fit. She turned slightly, and I could see a little brown patch where
her pubic region should be. She appeared to be soaping her tits, which was when
I noticed my shorts pointing to true north. Seeing a real woman naked can do to
the penis what steel girders can do for a building. My dick felt so hard it was
painful. So painful in fact that it brought me to a moment of clarity. If I
just barge in there, she'll freak out. So, on to plan two, which was really no
plan at all. I slowly walked back to the bedroom door and knocked on the door
frame.

"Brenda....I just finished mowing your lawn and came in to see if you were
around. I knocked at the front door, but I guess you didn't hear me, so I came
in."

As I began to speak, she jumped as if the voice came from the shower nozzle
itself. Within seconds she realized what was going on and continued soaping up.

"Oh, OK, Shawn, I'll be out in a minute. Just make yourself comfortable."

Sure will, I thought to myself as I just stood in the doorway and waited. When
she was all done, she grabbed a towel and proceeded to wipe down behind the
glass shower door. She wrapped the towel around her chest and stepped out. She
looked like a drowned rat, but in some ways, it made her look vulnerable. I
found it very sexy. She grabbed another towel on her way in to the bedroom and
started to dry her hair. She didn't seem to mind that I was there, and I wasn't
going to excuse myself without a fight. She started to ask me questions about
my summer so far, how my parents were, etc. and we made small talk while she
dried her hair.

She finished with her hair and grabbed some lotion for her legs. As she did
this, the subject changed to the dangers of sunbathing and how good lotion can
help keep you from getting dry, wrinkly skin. She put some lotion in her hands,
rubbed them together and started to rub some on her legs. The conversation went
back to my plans for the future as she began to rub up her legs and thighs. She
was so concentrated on putting the lotion on that she didn't notice me watching
her as her hands went higher and higher up the towel. I was still standing in
the doorway, and my view was from her side so I couldn't see anything graphic,
but my thoughts were racing a mile a minute from the unintentional teasing.

When she finished with her legs, she put some on her arms. She asked if I would
mind rubbing some on her back, since no one else was home to help her.

"Oh my God," I thought, "I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die right here, with a
boner." Up to this point I'd had my shirt pulled down over the front of my
shorts, so I don't think she noticed the effect she had on me. As I said
before, Brenda was an airhead sometimes.

She lied down on the bed and pulled the towel down so as to reveal her
statuesque back. I put some lotion on my hands, which was tough because they
were shaking like an 80 year old Alzheimer patient, and placed my hands on her
shoulder blades. I touched her like I was touching an angel in Heaven. With an
awe and respect that would befit the loveliest goddess on the highest pedestal,
I slowly began to move my hands. It was electric. As I began to follow the
contours of her back, my senses became heightened and I could feel every inch
of her skin.....every nerve aware. When I got to the small of her back, I
rubbed down under her towel a little, to test the waters. She didn't seem to
notice as she was talking about how April did in school her freshman year in
college. I turned my body so that I was now sitting on the bed, to her side
facing in the direction of her feet. I began to motion down her low back and
fan out over the top of her ass. With each stroke I went lower and lower. I
asked her if she wanted me to put some lotion on the back of her legs, and she
said "sure". She then went back to talking about how she thought the Giants
would do this year, and how Dave Brown, the quarterback, was a wuss.

I rubbed some lotion in my hands and went back to work. I stroked down the
middle of the back of each thigh and then back up the sides. With each stroke
up towards her ass, I moved a little closer and closer to her inner thigh.

"...And can you believe how much money they've already spent...." she said, as
I got off the bed and positioned myself around to the foot of the bed.

"Uh-huh" I said as I put more lotion in my hands and began the stroke again. I
moved the towel up so I could get to her upper thighs and as I did, I saw it.
My first real view of a pussy. It was beautiful. I could just make out the
outline of her thin inner lips between a nest of chestnut brown pubic hair. I
swallowed hard, blinked my eyes and kept rubbing. Brenda didn't seem to notice
that I was rubbing closer and closer on her inner thigh as well as higher and
higher.

"How's this feel?" I asked, in a sneaky attempt to draw her attention away from
my wandering hands.

"Feels good Shawn...it's almost putting me to sleep". As she said this, she
shifted slightly, opening up her legs a little bit more. I started to
concentrate on just her inner thigh now, stroking gently up and down, and in
little circles. She was starting to get very relaxed and finally stopped
talking. Roy Orbison was singing for the lonely, and I was playing for keeps.

When she opened her legs I got my first scent of a woman. It was strong, but
sweet. Whether she said anything or not, I could tell that I was having an
effect on her. I moved my hands back up to her thighs but started to stroke up
under the towel and on to her ass. I could hear her moan, and I wasn't sure
whether it was from sexual excitement or just pleasant relaxation. Either way,
I didn't care. I asked if it was OK to move the towel aside and she moaned a
"Yes".

What kept me from ripping off my clothes and diving between her ass cheeks is
beyond me. It's times like these that you have to believe in a higher being.
She was gorgeous, she was naked, and she was quiet. With each stroke of her ass
cheek, I would press a harder and harder. This opened up her up a little more
each time and I thought I would explode as I watched her asshole appear and
disappear between her soft mounds. I began to move back towards her thigh,
destined to take the chance and touch her pussy. I got some more lotion on my
hands and began to work her inner thigh again. With each stroke I moved closer
and closer until I could just feel pubic hair and the warmth of her pussy. I
accidentally brushed up against the wetness between her pussy lips and I heard
her whisper a quiet moan. She opened her legs a little wider and I positioned
myself in such a way that I could stroke her more effectively.

Then, I did it. I gently touched between her lips and stuck my finger in. I
looked at her to see if she was going to jump up and swat me upside the head
but she clung to the bed sheets with both hands and moaned. I began to slide my
finger in and out. I could see how wet it was and hot she was. Each thrust
became easier and easier as I slide two fingers in now. With my other hand, I
began to massage her ass again. I was too young and inexperienced to know
anything about a clit, so unfortunately for her, that wasn't going to happen,
but she didn't seem to mind. I stopped fingering her, and with my wet fingers,
I opened her ass cheeks and began to massage her asshole. It was so perfect.
She was darker skinned by nature, so her asshole took on a shade darker than
the rest of her. I began to wet my fingers in her pussy and then stroke her
asshole as she began to grind a little bit.

With Bruce Springsteen sullenly singing about being on fire, I'd had enough, I
wanted to jump in and take the plunge. With her ass cheeks spread, I leaned
down and began to run my tongue all over her asshole. I could smell her
everywhere and I was getting to the point where just a light breeze would send
my shooting to the moon. With her still lying face down on the bed, I got
between her legs and began to alternate between licking her asshole, and her
pussy. I was totally inexperienced and just winging it, but I was like a kid in
a candy store.

As I became more confident, I stayed around her pussy more and more, sticking
my tongue in and out, and all around. She tasted sweet, and the smell was
enough drive a eunuch to orgasm. Unintentionally, but much to her liking, I
would accidentally brush against her clit and when I did, she would take a deep
breath in and exhale in a passionate moan. I began to concentrate more and more
on the area that seemed to cause the most pleasure. She quickly grabbed two
pillow and placed them under hips so that I now had a better vantage point.
Still licking the area I assumed was her clit, I begin to work my two fingers
in her again. The more she moaned, the faster I went, until her breathing was
very rapid. With her face buried into the mattress, her body began to spasm. It
was hard to keep doing what I was doing, but I held on for that championship
ride. Then it happened, I came. It felt wonderful and disappointing at the same
time. I was concentrating so hard on her that I didn't even really get to enjoy
it, but I felt the warm sticky fluid run down the inside of my shorts as my
penis bounced and twitched to the rhythm of its own beat.

After about 30 seconds, she just went limp as my penis began to settle down and
return to sanity. I stopped doing what I was doing to her. With her head turned
to one side, but still mostly muffled, she asked if I would like something in
return. At this point I was feeling really weird about the whole thing but the
more natural she acted, the more comfortable I felt.

"Yes" was all I could utter. She rolled on to her side and told me to stand in
front of her. I was embarrassed by what had happened to me and tried to
explain, but I think she could see from the increasing wet spot on the front of
my shorts that she was a little too late. I still had a tent post happening,
but she told me to strip down and hop in the shower. She said I could borrow a
pair of Dan's shorts and we would throw these out.

I hopped in the shower and began to wash off the cum and sweaty grime from
mowing the lawn earlier. When I was done, I grabbed one of the towels she had
placed on the toilet seat, and began to wipe off. When I was done, I wrapped
the towel around me and came back out into the bedroom again. Brenda had
slipped on a t-shirt, and was sitting up against the headboard on the bed. She
said she wanted to talk to me about what had happened.

"Look, Shawn, I never intended this to happen, and we can both get in a lot of
trouble for this. You need to promise me you will never tell anyone about
this." At that moment, I would have promised her my soul. I agreed, and it
wasn't until my freshman year in college that I actually broke that promise.
She couldn't expect a boy to keep his first sexual experience a secret forever.
With that understanding, however, she motioned me over to the side of the bed.

I still had the towel around my waist as she started to run her hands up the
sides of my legs. I could feel the tingle in my penis as the blood began it's
journey back in. With one hand she grabbed my semi-hard johnson, and with the
other she cupped my sagging balls. She began a very light stroke, up and down,
with just a little tug here and there. Within a few seconds I was standing at
attention. It's only now, as I reflect back on that dawning of a new era, that
I can truly appreciate the teenage libido and it's ability to recover quicker
than a flash of lightning. I removed my towel and she drew her face closer to
my naked manhood. I could feel her hot breath as she took my head in her mouth.
My knees began to buckle and the fight was on to stand there and take what she
was giving me. She slowly took me in her mouth and I could feel her tongue
swirling on the underside. I once had a German chocolate cake that I thought
was worthy of its place in Heaven. This didn't even compare. With her two hands
she reached around and grabbed both of my ass cheeks and squeezed. She began to
pull my hips in and out of her mouth and I just went along for the ride. Her
mouth was so warm and soft. If one could have a degree in oral sexology, Brenda
was a Ph.D. She would first pull me slow, and then speed up a little, and then
slow me down again. Being the inexperienced one, I felt I was out of sync half
of the time. But all of a sudden I felt my penis get rock hard and my head
start to swell. She felt this too, as she quickly stopped and squeezed the base
of my shaft. She told me to hold on, but I could feel some fluid escape out the
top. She slowly licked this up with a tongue circle around my head. When the
feeling passed, she lied on her back on the bed and spread her legs.

She motioned me over to her and I could see how wet she was. With my right hand
I started to rub between her pussy lips. I started to slide two fingers in and
out as I reached up and grabbed her tits with my left hand. She was pinching
her nipples and I began to rub her clit again...alternating between rubbing her
clit and fingering her. She was starting to buckle and grind and I could tell
she was getting close. Always the student, I learned to stop just shy of her
orgasm and positioned myself between her legs. I used two fingers to find her
slit and then I stuck my penis in. The best way to describe what I felt was
like going back to the womb, which is what it was. She was so hot and wet that
I had to fight back the urge to cum immediately.

My thoughts began to wander back to that one summer when I walked in on my
grandmother in the bathroom. It seemed to help for a second or two, but her
bumping and grinding was not giving me much room to hold back. I began to pump
her harder and harder which seemed to help slow the feeling, and I could see
that she was about to come. This time I went for broke and she exploded in wave
of orgasmic spasm. She was thrusting hard, but I was still holding out, barely.
I pulled out as she started to relax again. The only thing that saved me from
cumming when she first took me in her mouth was my unfortunate accident
earlier.

She could see that I hadn't cum yet so she sat up and took me in her mouth
again. She seemed to love the taste of her own femininity. With a medium pace,
and just a hint of pressure she began to really work her tongue and mouth. With
her right hand she was fondling my balls, and with her left hand she was
grabbing my ass. I grabbed her head as I started to feel myself get rock hard
again. My head began to swell and I knew that there was no holding back this
one. Then all of sudden I saw stars. I felt the slow spasm of orgasm as I began
to pump her mouth harder and deeper. The deeper I pushed the harder she pulled
me close. The feeling of cumming in her mouth was like nothing I could ever
describe on paper. I just remember shooting and shooting as wave upon wave of
ecstasy overcame me. Just as erotic as the physical act was the control I had
over this woman. Here I was, 14 years old, and I had a 36 year old woman
sucking me like a sex slave. This is one memory that I would relive over and
over in many a pre-slumber fantasy.

When I felt the spasms start to die down, she took me out of her mouth, and
with her right hand began to squeeze and milk me. I was very sensitive at this
point but I could see some residual cum appear at the head of my penis. This
quickly disappeared as Brenda continued to work her tongue all over my knob.

When it was clear that I had been milked dry, she stood up and left the room to
get a pair of Dan's shorts for me to wear home. I lied back on the bed, still
in shock. Did this just happen? Did I just fuck my 36 year old neighbor? I
wanted this moment to last forever, but was quickly brought back to reality
when she returned with a pair of worn out jeans shorts. She asked me how I was
doing and again reminded me that this was our secret. She confessed that she
would never have ever though of doing this before, but she felt kind of sexy
having a secret. She new she had taken my cherry, and that was something that
gave her a sense of power and control. She told me that we would have to start
scheduling when I mowed her lawns (which by now took on a whole different
meaning), so that she could be sure we'd be alone. I got dressed and as I was
leaving she stopped me...

"Shawn, I forgot to pay you for the lawn. There's money on the kitchen table if
you want to grab it on your way out." The perfect end to the perfect day. On my
way home I could still smell her on my hands. In some ways I didn't want to
shower again for awhile, just so I could savor the biggest day of my life. I
eventually did shower, and well, let's just say that the Jennison's had the
nicest lawn on the block that summer.

The end.

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