mature xxx

When I was in high school I wasn’t exactly a chick magnet. It wasn’t all my fault, mind you. I went through puberty much later than the other boys, but when I did, my body went overboard. In an 18-month period I grew a full foot, and I was tormented by horrible growing pains that woke me up screaming every other week.

The physical pain was bad enough, but the emotional pain was worse. I outgrew my clothes so fast that my parents put off the inevitable shopping trips as long as they could, meaning I went to school in jeans three inches too short. I had funny, dorky clothes, and a funny, dorky body inside them. I grew so fast that I couldn’t control my own body, I was always tripping over my feet and hitting my head on low-hanging lights. I shot up to six-foot-five and I weighed like 150 pounds. My nickname, of course, was “Stork”. I hated, hated, hated that name.

My parents told me not to worry. My mom and dad are both tall, and not bird-skinny like I was. “You’ll fill out, don’t worry,” Dad told me. “I was the same way you were, and I gained 40 pounds in a year. Eat your Wheaties and you’ll be fine.”

Sure. While everyone else was making out in the back seats of cars, I had trouble even getting into the back seat of a car. My Friday and Saturday nights were consistently dateless. What girl, I thought, would ever find a big skinny gork like me attractive?

My sudden growth spurt did have one positive result. My penis, which before had been a normal little wiggler, grew to a truly remarkable size. When I stood naked in front of the mirror all you saw was dick. My arms and legs just looked like scaffolding around my enormous wang. I might have been proud at being the most well-endowed boy in school, but no way. I’d walk down the hall and some of the boys would call after me, “Hee-HAW! Hee-HAW!” The girls would ask why they made donkey noises at me and I was too shy to tell them.

Masturbation was, of course, a big part of my life. Discovering that I could, with only my hand and some privacy, make myself feel THAT GOOD was like learning I had some kind of super power, like X-ray vision. I spent a lot of time holed up in my bedroom, a copy of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue opened in front of my, grabbing my shlong in two lubricated hands and pumping away like a madman. I waited for the day when I could have a girl touch me, and have a girl let me touch her. But when I was 18 those days seemed far in the future.

One day in gym class we started a module where we did gymnastics. I dreaded it. I could barely walk, let alone vault over a horse or swing myself on the horizontal bar. Before class we had to stretch out for ten minutes, touching our toes, flexing our quadriceps. One odd result of my agonizing growth spurt was the remarkable flexibility in my limbs. We had to do this one stretch, you lie on your back, throw your legs over your head in a pike position, and try to touch your toes behind your head.

No one could do it except me. I’m sure I looked ridiculous, my spindly legs like folded pipe cleaners pointed back over my head. Two beefy boys next to me couldn’t even get their feet over their heads.

I overheard the one guy say, “Dude, I saw this porno movie, this chick would do this and eat her own pussy. She’d grab her ankles and go to fuckin’ town, man.”

The other boy said, “I heard this one guy, he has like a foot-long dick, and he could do this and suck his own cock.”

“Shit, I could do that I’d…”

“Never leave the house!” They both started laughing.

I didn’t laugh. I was frozen in place. Was it possible? Could I do that? Should I even be thinking about it? The mere idea of sucking my own penis should have filled me with disgust.

But it didn’t. I got the biggest, hardest erection of my life. I had a hell of a time disguising it from the class, and showering afterwards took some guile and lots of cold water to keep the other boys from thinking I’d switched over to the other side. I counted the minutes until the final bell, and then after the bus dropped me off at my stop I ran home. I had to find out-was it possible?

I locked my bedroom door. I stripped and lay on my bed, my throbbing cock wobbling before me like a hockey stick. I lay on my back, threw my legs back, and…

And my mouth was still two or three inches away. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get my penis any closer to my mouth. The problem was that, as my head strained forward to suck my cock into my mouth, my hips slipped from underneath me. Every inch I moved forward, I slid an inch back.

I tried for almost an hour until, exhausted, I fell back on the bed. I smacked my head off my bed’s wooden headboard, and I sat up swearing. It hurt like hell, I’d hit the long beam running across the top of the frame. There was a gap between that beam and the rest of the headboard of about six inches.

An idea came to me. I lay down again, swung my legs back, and tucked my feet into that gap. I moved my head forward, and used the purchase my feet found against the headboard to pull my hips up to my lips. I flexed my calves and hamstrings. My huge cock came closer, closer, closer…

My cockhead brushed my cheek. I’d done it! My penis was in my face, I could suck it with ease. And now I faced the next question. Should I be doing this? Would sucking my own cock make me a homosexual? Was this just, well, something I shouldn’t do even if I could?

I gripped my cock in my hand and lifted it up to my lips. Well, maybe I would give it a try, just to see if it sickened me or not.

I opened my lips. I felt the hard, spongy helmet slip into my mouth. My tongue was in the way, and I moved it to the side. Moving it made it slide over my hot pink cone, and it felt so good I moaned. Oh, boy. It felt good. I moved my head back, keeping a tight seal around my penis, and my slippery lips grazed the sensitive ridge under my tip.

I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I moved my head up and down my shaft, taking about four inches of my cock into my mouth, sucking frantically all the while. “Mmm! Mmmmmm!” I moaned as I fellated myself. I swirled my tongue over my glans and I started to shiver from the absolute ecstasy I gave myself. I learned what felt good and what felt great, and in no time I was on the brink of coming.

Normally when I masturbated I took my time, drawing out the pleasure as long as possible. Not now. Now I wanted to come, right away. My saliva ran down my cock, and I could tell from the syrupy liquid leaking from my tip that pre-come was oozing out, making me wonder about whether or not I should come in my mouth. I always heard that girls hated guys coming in their mouths, that it was gross, and I didn’t know what I should do.

In the end it wasn’t a question. There was no way I could bear to pull my wet, sucking mouth away from my cock. I was jerking myself off and fingering my ass as I slobbered all over my dick, and when I started to come it was so intense that I clamped my lips tight around my cockhead and sucked for all I was worth.

“Umph, uhh, uhhh!” I groaned around my huge tool as I came. I exploded, the salty, bleachy semen filling my mouth. The taste was unpleasant but the sensation so exquisite that it was a small price to pay. I swallowed my hot gluey semen in hungry mouthfuls, and when I stopped coming I was disappointed. I wanted more.

I disengaged, letting my slick, sticky cock fall from my lips, pulling my feet free from the headboard. “Oh, wow.” I said. A whole new world opened before me. Hell, even the most popular jocks in school probably didn’t get regular blowjobs. But, thanks to my limber limbs and horse cock, I could get all the oral loving I wanted.

I’m a bit ashamed to say that, over the next few months, I spent quite a bit of time with my feet jammed in my headboard. I started to develop a kind of routine. I would wake up around 6, put my feet in the wooden stirrups, and suck myself off. Then, after coming home after a long, horny day at school, I’d suck myself off again. After dinner I would suck myself off, and then, after I turned off the lights for bed, I’d suck myself off. I learned how to tie myself into knows with my lips and tongue, learned to love the taste and thick consistency of my semen.

I just couldn’t wait to get home so I could feel my wet tongue glide over the silky smooth head of my penis. No Bangkok prostitute was more skilled or knowledgeable about giving head than yours truly. I, of course, received instant feedback with every lick, nipple and slurp. Jerking off the old way, with my hands, seemed like kiddie stuff. Oh sure, it was nice and all, but the feeling of my hot, thick come boiling into my mouth as I sucked myself off was infinitely sweeter.

Every so often I worried about what this was doing to me. I didn’t think I was gay. I didn’t have a sudden hankering to, say, suck off the basketball team, and I still got a woodie when Bridget Landau wore a miniskirt in Math class. So I decided that the ability to suck my own cock was a blessing, not a curse. And I was gonna keep doing it.

I kept looking for ways to refine and deepen the enjoyment of my oral activities. I’d always enjoyed fingering my ass (another pleasure that had me questioning my sexuality), but it was hard sometimes to reach down far enough to wedge a finger inside. So I went to Home Depot, bought a 24-inch dowel rod, sawed it in half, and went to work on it with a file and sandpaper of various coarseness. I turned that wooden rod into a thin, rounded dildo as smooth as glass. It was a labor of love, and it repaid my hard work the first time I greased it with Vaseline and inserted it in my rectum. I fucked myself and sucked myself and I had an orgasm that probably registered on the Richter scale. My excited prostate pumped out so much semen that I couldn’t swallow it fast enough, and I had to let my spurting cock splatter all over my face. I got some in my eye, and it stung like hell.

So life was good. I had excellent grades, I was going to college in the fall, and,I gained nearly 20 pounds during my senior year. I wasn’t so clumsy, and it actually looked like I might be able to get a date to the prom with this girl I met in my physics class. All the pain of my adolescence was finally mitigated with some happiness.

One Saturday morning I woke to hear the garage door clattering shut. It was 9AM, and I guessed my parents were going to breakfast before doing some shopping, as they often did on the weekends. I was alone, and the heavy weight I felt between my legs had me reaching under the bed for the Vaseline and my dildo. I got my legs into position, lubed up my ass, and went to work. Since I was alone, there was no need to lock my bedroom door.

I drove my cock deep into my mouth, sucking and licking the fat mushroom that capped my cock, while I slowly slid the dildo in and out of my dilated anus. I hadn’t had the chance to suck myself off the day before and I knew this first orgasm of the day would be a big one. I pulled my cock out of my mouth and teased the tip with my now-expert tongue, driving myself crazy as only I knew how. I paused to smear more lube on the wooden probe, and then I set about finishing the job. I greedily sucked my cock, making loud slurping noises that turned me on even more, pumping my shaft with one hand, pranging my ass with the other.

“Oh, uh, oh!” I moaned with my mouth full of my meat. I came and it was one of those huge orgasms, there was no way I could swallow it all. I pulled my mouth away and I shot hot sticky ropes of come all over my face and hair. My orgasm went on and on, and when it finally finished I needed a second to catch my breath. I left the dildo in my ass and let my still-erect cock rest against my cheek.

And it was at that awkward moment that my mother opened my bedroom door.

* * * * *

At the hospital I had to do some explaining.

“What happened?” my panicked father asked when he got to the emergency room.

“Uh, um, she, well, she just collapsed.” I said. “I didn’t even know she was home, I thought you and her went out this morning.”

He shook his head. “I went out to get my car inspected. But that doesn’t matter. Was she conscious? Did she have a stroke or a heart attack?”

“No, I mean, I don’t know. I don’t think so. She just fainted, and I called the ambulance.”

That wasn’t quite true. She hadn’t “just” fainted. She’d also screamed, a scream I knew I would hear in a thousand future nightmares. THEN she’d fainted, fainted dead away, and after five fruitless minutes trying to bring her around I called the ambulance. After I hung up the phone I realized the dildo was sticking out of my ass like a wooden tail. I yanked it out and tossed it in the trash.

It was like the world was coming to an end. I watched the paramedics load my insensate mother onto a stretcher, and I didn’t know if she would live or die. I’d just killed my own mother, all for the need to satisfy my perverse sexual needs.

My father and I sat there, waiting for the doctor to give us a report. I was conflicted. On one hand, I loved my kind, doting mother, and if she died I would be devastated. On the other, we all have to go SOMETIME, and if I had to endure the pain of losing my mother sooner or later, now might be an opportune time. Because, if she did recover, I was in shit so deep it would bury even my six-five frame.

A nurse appeared. “Mr. Newton?” She escorted us to a small, curtained off room. “The doctor will be here in a second.”

And a second later the curtain was pulled away and an Indian man with a confident smile appeared. “Mr. Newton? I’m Dr. Prakash.” He shook my father’s hand. “You’re wife is fine. We found no evidence of a stroke, and her EKG was perfectly normal. We did a CAT scan and found no signs of a brain tumor. She’s conscious and responsive.”

“What happened?” Dad asked.

The doctor shrugged. “We don’t know. She may have stood up to quickly, or her blood sugar may have been low. She didn’t hit her head on anything, she has no bumps or bruises, and she doesn’t show signs of concussion. We’ll want her to come back every week for a month so we can run some tests. But when we asked her what happened, she says she doesn’t know. She remembers walking to your son’s room, and that’s when she passed out. She doesn’t remember anything after that.”

“Wait,” I interjected, “She doesn’t remember coming into my room?”

Dr. Prakash shook his head. “No. You said that she did open the door and stood there before she collapsed, yes?”

“Uh, yeah. She opened the door, it woke me up, and then she just, fell.”

He shook his head. “She doesn’t remember opening the door.”

I tried not to jump for joy. She didn’t remember! Thank you, post-traumatic syndrome! It looked like I would get out of this with my mother alive and me out of the soup. Thank you, God!

“Can we see her?” my dad asked.

“In a minute. We’re drawing some blood. We’ll get you when she’s ready.”

A few minutes later we were ushered into a small room, and my mom was lying on a bed, looking wan but not too bad. “You scared the hell out of me,” my dad said as they hugged.

“How are you?” I squeaked.

“Fine, fine,” she said in a soft voice. “A bit tired, but fine.”

The nurse said, “We’re going to keep you here another hour or so, and then we’ll let you go.”

“Can I have something to drink?” Mom asked.

The nurse said, “Sure, water, tea, juice?”

“Can I have ginger ale?”

“I don’t think we have any here…”

My dad said, “There’s a vending machine in the lobby. I’ll get you some.”

“Thanks, honey,” Mom said. Dad left, and the nurse left, and I was alone with my mother.

I smiled down at her. “I’m glad you’re OK.”

I did not anticipate the speed, or the strength, of the hand that shot out and grabbed me by the throat. “You’re GLAD! You actually have the capacity to feel GLAD about anything after what you made me go through this morning!”

“I thought you didn’t remember!” I croaked.

“Didn’t remember! Didn’t remember seeing you lying on your bed like that, twisted into that horrible position, doing what you did to yourself, and with that…thing sticking out of you! Oh, I remember! But how exactly do I explain that to the doctor? Would you prefer I tell everyone WHY I collapsed in a dead faint?”

“No!” I struggled for breath.

“What, exactly, gave you the idea to DO that? Did you want to drive me over the edge? Can you IMAGINE what it’s like to see…to see…what I saw?!”

“No!” The room was starting to spin.

“I mean, that CONTRAPTION you were using on yourself, did you make that in shop class? Is that what they’re teaching you, how to build things you might find in some bondage dungeon?”

“Mom!” Everything was going black.

“Are your PROUD that you can do that to yourself, are you so starved for affection that you have to lock yourself in you room and debase yourself in that way?! Is this my fault? Am I a bad parent. Is this a cry for help?” She somehow managed to increase the pressure on my throat. “Well, let me tell you something. This is NOT my fault, I am NOT a bad parent, and believe you me, when we get home and I arrange your punishment, you’re gonna be crying for help!”

She released me, and five seconds later Dad appeared with a can of Canada Dry. He was so attentive to Mom that he didn’t notice me gasping in the corner. Mom drank her ginger ale, she and my father held hands and talked, and an hour later the doctor told us we could all go home. The three of us, one big happy family, piled in the car and went home.

Well, my dad was happy, anyway.

* * * * *

Mom didn’t mention the “incident” for a whole week. It was torture. I knew I would eventually face the terrible music, and the waiting was killing me. As you might expect, during this time I didn’t give myself head. I didn’t jack off at all. I don’t think I even had an erection the whole week, not even when Bridget Landau wore her plaid miniskirt with her knee-high boots. My libido was gone, gone, gone.

The next Saturday morning I was again awakened by the sound of the garage door closing. I heard footsteps, and I sat up in bed. The door opened and Mom loomed in the doorway like a drill sergeant.

“Thank heaven for small miracles,” she growled. “You aren’t abusing yourself. I should feel flattered.”

“Mom…”

She waved a hand. “Take a shower and get dressed.”

“We’re going somewhere?”

She turned her back on me and marched away. I didn’t question her. I got my ass in the shower and got dressed. I found her downstairs waiting for me.

“Let’s go,” she said. I wanted to ask where we were going, but I didn’t want to ask her anything. I didn’t want to even look at Mom. I was terrified.

Mom drove in silence, and I didn’t recognize where we were going. It was fifteen minutes before Mom said, “Do you remember Mrs. Johnson?”

Mrs. Johnson… “Um, yeah, didn’t we see her at the funeral home last year?”

Mom nodded. “Her husband passed away.”

A few quiet minutes passed before Mom said, “I used to work with her. We were good friends.” Another silent minute. “I still see her, every so often.”

I didn’t follow. Was that where we were going? Mrs. Johnson’s husband had been about 20 years her senior, he’d died of a heart attack. I remembered Mrs. Johnson as a very nice woman, able to laugh when telling stories about her husband but still obviously broken-hearted at his passing. An attractive woman in her early fifties, she reminded me of Marion Ross, the woman who played Richie’s mom on “Happy Days”. The same dark red hair, the same pretty, wholesome, kind face.

Mom steered the car into the driveway of a well-tended split-level house. “Come along,” Mom said.

I obeyed, but I said, “Um, why are we here?”

“For your punishment.”

I didn’t get it then, and I didn’t get it when the door opened and there was Mrs. Johnson smiling pleasantly. She hugged my mother and said, “Laura! You don’t look any worse for wear after your little episode!” Then she looked up at me. “My goodness, this can’t be little Danny! It can’t be!”
“Afraid so,” I said weakly.

She shook my hand, “I don’t know if you remember me, I’m Elaine.” She looked me up and down. “You’ve gotten so big! And so handsome!” She was smiling at me, and I liked it. She was very attractive, in a sweet, wholesome way. Her reddish hair was piled up in a bun, she wore a light blue blouse and khakis, and when she smiled her dark brown eyes glowed with merriment. I couldn’t see how this nice lady could be involved in my punishment.

My mom checked her watch. “I have some errands to run. Is three hours enough?”

“Oh, that should be plenty of time.”

“Then I’ll be going.” Mom looked at me. “You do everything Elaine tells you. Everything. Remember, you’re being punished.” And she turned and walked down the steps to the car, leaving me totally flabbergasted.

“Come inside, honey,” Elaine said.

“Wait, what’s going on?”

Elaine showed me that sweet smile. “Come inside and find out.”

Mom was glaring at me from the car, so I obeyed. I was nervous. I didn’t know this woman at all, and now I was following her up the stairs in this unfamiliar house.

“Can I get you something to drink, honey?” she asked.

“Um, no, no thanks.”

Elaine took my hand and let me to the couch. Her hands were warm and soft. She had long pink fingernails, and despite my nervousness I was getting turned on.

That is, until Elaine said. “So, your mother told me she caught you giving yourself a blowjob.”

My jaw wobbled up and down, but no words came out. “And she said you were cornholing yourself with some kind of stick.”

Hearing the words “blowjob” and “cornhole” come from the lips of this motherly woman absolutely stunned me. Finding out that she knew about my hidden shame was worse. “My…my mother told you about that?”

Elaine smiled. “She did. Oh, don’t be embarrassed!”

“Don’t be embarrassed!? My mother told you…what she told you, and I shouldn’t be embarrassed?”

“No,” she said soothingly. “You should be proud of yourself!”

I was incredulous. “Proud?”

“Of course! Any boy would masturbate orally if he could, but how many boys have the athletic ability and physical endowment to do it?”

“So, you don’t think I’m a pervert?”

“Not at all!”

“Well, I do. I think I’m sick to do that?”

She touched me on the arm. “Danny, are you gay?”

“No!”

“It’s OK if you are. I have quite a few gay friends.”

“I’m not gay. I like girls.”

“So, you don’t want to do what you do to other boys.”

“No!”

“Do you think about girls when you’re giving yourself pleasure?”

“Yes.”

She nodded. “Then that’s OK. That’s fine. And you aren’t a pervert. You aren’t hurting anyone else, are you? You’re just making yourself feel good in an unusual way.”

She had this oddly soothing effect on me, probably because she was telling me what I wanted to hear. “Maybe you’re right.” I said with a weak smile. “Of course I’m right.”

“I guess so.”

“Now, let me ask you a question.”

“Sure,” I said, eager to please.

“Would you like to go upstairs to suck yourself off, or would you rather have me do it?”

My jaw did the trembling thing again. “What did you just say?”

She smiled. “I’m offering to give you a blowjob. But if you’d rather do it yourself, that’s fine too.”

“You…you will…you’ll give me a blowjob?” I said this in a tiny, scared voice.

The right side of her lips curled into a sly smile. “Of course, honey.”

The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. “For real?”

Elaine let her hand rest on my thigh. “For real.”

A voice from far way said, “OK”. It was my voice, I guess.

“Good! Then let’s get you undressed.” Elaine helped me to my feet, and I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks, tossed my shirt on the chair, and then stepped out of my shorts and boxers.

“Honey!” Elaine said, marveling at my erection, “You’re just huge!”

“Uh-huh,” I said, still in shock.

“Sit down, sit down.” I sat, and Elaine knelt between my thighs. “Do you know why we’re doing this?” she asked.

I said I had no idea.

“I haven’t been lonely since my husband died, I have lots of friends, but there’s a difference between a friend and a lover. So, I’m a widow looking for a handsome man to play with, and you’re a horny young boy who needs an outlet for all that energy you have.” Elaine wrapped her long-nailed fingers around my swollen shaft. “I’d say we were a match made in heaven.”

She lifted my cock to her lips and I felt her warm mouth engulf me. She slowly deep-throated me, once, twice, a third time. Her kind eyes looked into mine and when she saw me writhe in ecstasy they smiled up at me.

“Ooh.”

“Is it as good as when you do it?”

“Better!” It was.

She licked my helmet. “Do you know why it’s better?”

“Because you’re gorgeous!”

She smiled. “Because it always feels better to have someone else give you pleasure. To share it. That was another reason why your mother brought you here. To make sure you understand that sex isn’t just about locking yourself in your bedroom. It’s about sharing.” She brought my cock back to her lips. “And now I want you to share your hot come with me.”

I hadn’t jerked or sucked myself in a week, but even if I’d come five seconds earlier I couldn’t have lasted long. Watching this attractive older woman look into my eyes as my huge penis slid in and out of her mouth was overwhelming. She of course knew that I like having my ass played with and I felt her fingernails tickle my anus. “It feels good,” I whimpered, and a second later I showed her how much I liked it. I came, and it made my most intense autofellatio orgasm look like a dribble. I squeezed my asscheeks together and pumped spurt after spurt of semen down Elaine’s throat, and she swallowed every ounce with ease. Her soft, full lips never surrendered their hold on my penis, and her cheeks hollowed as she hungrily sucked every last drop out of my long shaft.

“Oh, honey, that was so good, there was so much come!” I didn’t say anything because I was in a fuzzy, happy daze. “Did you like that?” she asked.

“Uh-huh!”

She winked at me. “I knew you would. Now,” she stood and helped me to my feet. “Now we have a different kind of fun.”

We walked upstairs, Elaine gently holding my floppy penis and leading me along by my cock. She took me to her bedroom, I saw the huge king-sized bed and the black satin bedspread, but we didn’t stop there. We went into the bathroom, which its huge, glassed-in shower.

“I’m a bit hurt that you haven’t asked me to take my clothes off,” Elaine said, pretending to pout.

“Please! I want you to! I do!”

“Well, if you insist,” she said with a smirk. “Why don’t you get in the shower first and I’ll join you. We have to get you nice and clean.”

I didn’t know exactly why I needed to get nice and clean, but it sounded fine to me. Since my mother ordered me to obey Elaine, obey I did. I twisted the big silver knob and felt the hot spray fill the shower. I stepped in and let the hot jets massage my body. It was delicious, especially after the wonderful thing Elaine did to me. This was not the punishment I expected, but Mother knows best, doesn’t she?

I couldn’t see clearly through the crazed glass of the shower doors, but I could tell that the bathroom door opened, and I saw Elaine walk in. All I could make out was a curvy pink silhouette coming toward the shower. I was already hugely erect before she even opened the door.

She was gorgeous. Not a hardbody by any stretch of the imagination, and still gorgeous. Her breasts were large and full, and if the sagged a bit under their weight that only inflamed my lust even more. Her nipples were wide and pink and swollen. She had broad, smooth hips and the tiniest roll of soft flesh around her belly. Her skin was smooth and clear, dotted with a few cute freckles on her shoulders. And of course she had that lovely face, smiling mischievously up at me, and those soft hands with their long, sexy fingernails, which reached between my legs and caressed my penis.

“You have the biggest, thickest, most beautiful penis I’ve ever seen,” Elaine said with obvious delight. “No wonder you couldn’t resist sucking on it.”

I’m not used to getting compliments about my looks and it was nice to hear her say that. I tried to return the favor. “I don’t know how anyone could ever resist you.”

She kissed me on the cheek. “That’s sweet.” She took a bottle of liquid soap from a shelf. “Let’s get you clean, and I’ll show you how irresistible I can be.”

For the next ten minutes Elaine’s soapy hands and fingers found every sensitive nook and cranny of my body. She washed my armpits, my stomach, my feet, my testicles, my penis. When she filled her hands with creamy soap and wrapped her fingers around my cock and started pumping, pumping, pumping, I thought I would lose my mind.

“I’m gonna come!” I whimpered.

She laughed. “No you won’t! I can keep you from coming before I’m ready for it.I can keep you on the brink for as long as I want…” And that’s what she did, alternately stroking me like a well-oiled machine and then letting my cock just throb in her hands. This, at last, felt like punishment. But it was the kind I could take for as long as she could dish it out.

“Turn around, honey,” she said. I rotated, and she reached around with her left to caress my cock. With the other, she lathered my ass. Her nimble fingers probed me gently, careful not to scratch me there with her fingernail.

“Do you like that?” she asked.

“Yes!” I groaned. Never in my young life had I imagined pleasure so perfect.

“You like my finger up your ass?”

“Yesssss.”

“Can I use something else?”

I looked over my shoulder. “What do you want to use?”

She reached for the shelf, moved aside two shampoo bottles, and produced a cylindrical bar of soap. It was sculpted in the shape of a thick, veiny penis, with a big bulbous scrotum.

I said, “Oh, God, yes.”

She wet the dildo under the showerhead and then she reached around to take my cock in hand again. Then I felt the slippery head of the soap probe my anus. It was far bigger than the dowel rod I’d used. Elaine took her time inserting it between my cheeks, but when she did it was absolutely incredible. The fat knob forced my sphincter open and then once inside it self-lubricated with every stroke.

Elaine said, “You beautiful boy. It looks so nice sliding in and out between your cheeks.”

“It…feels…so…good!”

She kept pushing it into my ass and tickling my cock and I was almost delirious with pleasure. I put my hands on either wall of the shower to keep myself from collapsing. My head lolled back and forth and I wiggled my hips to get the dildo deeper inside me and Elaine’s soapy hand up and down my cock.

“I have to come!” I sobbed.

“I know, honey, but not just yet. Isn’t this incredible?”

“Yes!”

“Then let’s do something I think we’re really going to love.”

She removed the cock from my ass and released my penis from her tender grip. I groaned. “But I love doing this.”

“Trust me. You’ll like what I have planned next even better. I know I will.”

She dried me with a fluffy towel, but she wouldn’t let me touch her. “Not just yet,” she said as my hands sought out her breasts. “Can’t give away all my secrets at once.”

She led me from the bedroom, but we didn’t go to the bed as I expected. We walked down a long hallway to the last room on the left.

“You have to understand, my husband and I were married a long time,” she said. “We knew what each other liked. We took the time to find out what we both enjoyed. That’s important with someone you have sex with, find out what really turns them on.”

She opened the door. I looked inside. “Oh, jeez.”

It would seem that Elaine and her husband enjoyed a little bit of bondage now and then. I guessed that from the manacles attached to the walls, the straps and restraints lying on the table by the bed, and from the bed itself, which looked like something that might have been used on infidels during the Inquisition. It had a metal framework built around it, chains hanging from the metal struts, and all sorts of weird collars and pulleys that I couldn’t figure out and didn’t really care to.

“Go on,” Elaine said. “Climb on the bed.”

“I, uh, I don’t know.”

“Honey,” Elaine said, “if you don’t do exactly as I say, and your mother finds out, well, it’s going to be very unpleasant for you. I promise you’ll love what I’m going to do to you. I doubt you’ll be so lucky with your mom.”

What choice did I have. “What do I have to do?”

“Get on the bed and lie down.” I did. “Put your legs in these collars.” I did. “Your wrists, put them in these restraints.” I did. I didn’t want to, but I did.

“Don’t you just look delicious,” she said. She leaned down and kissed my stomach, my nipple, my lips. “Have you had fun so far?”

“Yes.”

“Now I’m going to have some fun.”

Elaine walked to the head of the bed, where I could only see her in my peripheral vision. “Now I’m going to find out just how flexible you are.” There was a winch, and she slowly turned it. The metal thread that held the restraints tightened, tightened, until they lifted my legs up off the bed. She cranked until my legs were over my head, my ass in the air, my cock in my face.

She walked around me, letting her nails graze my arms, my ribs, my ass. “You look so yummy,” she said.

“What are you doing?” I said, trying to keep the strain out of my voice.

“I want to see your technique. I want to see how well you give head.”

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to do that anymore.”

She smiled down at me. “You’re supposed to do whatever I say.”

I leaned forward to capture my glans in my mouth. “Should I make myself come?”

“Do your best.”

It was hard because I couldn’t use my hands, but I sucked my big head into my mouth and went to work. I bobbed my head up and down as far as I could, swirling my tongue like mad, doing everything I could to make myself come. I needed to come so bad.

“Feel good, honey?” Elaine said.

“Umph! Um-hmm!”

“Then how does this feel?”

I sensed her moving down between my legs. And then, oh my God, I felt her tongue burrow into my puckered asshole. “Huhhh!” I groaned. It was absolute heaven, I had my cock in my mouth, and Elaine’s wet tongue rimming my anus. She pulled my sphincter open with her fingers and drove her tongue deep inside me. I sucked faster and faster on my cock, not caring at how dirty and weird this situation was, just wanting to COME so bad.

“Are you going to come, honey!” Elaine said.

“Uhhh!”

“Do you want to come, babydoll?”

“UHHHH!!!”

“Then go ahead.”

I sucked, she licked, I sucked and sucked and sucked and I felt the big plum in my mouth swell as my orgasm burst. It felt so good to have my cock in my mouth but if felt so much better with Elaine’s darting tongue ravaging my rectum. I pulled my mouth away for just a second. “CUMING!” I gurgled.\

Elaine leapt up from between my legs and crawled beside me. My penis finally erupted and she seized my cock and held it as my come flowed into my mouth. After a few spurts she pulled my penis free and capped her own mouth over the tip, drinking me down. Then she leaned down and kissed my lips, her come-coated tongue caressing my own.

“Tastes so good,” she moaned.

“It feels so good.”

“Don’t you love feeling it shoot in your mouth?”

I hated to admit it, but, “Yes.”

“It feels any better when it comes inside you. You’ll never know what that feels like. Even you can’t twist yourself into position to get that big cock up your ass.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

I was exhausted. Elaine seemed to sense this, because she went to the winch and cranked me down. But not all the way. My legs were still high in the air, splayed open, my cock and balls and ass still totally exposed.

Elaine walked around me, again letting her sexy nails scrape all over my body. “Aren’t you letting me down?” I asked.

She laughed. “Oh, no. So far you’ve had all the fun. Now it’s my turn.” Maybe it was me, but her tone sounded ominous.

She went to a closet against the far wall and opened to big wooden doors. I couldn’t see what she was doing behind it, but it looked like she was putting something on.

“Honey?” she called.

“Yes?”

“You think I’m attractive, don’t you?”

“Oh my God, yes!”

She giggled. “You think I’m…hot?”

“Yes.”

“Danny, do you want to fuck me?”

I couldn’t believe it. Was I going to lose my cherry? I’d come twice already but I definitely had another load in me. “I’d LOVE to!”

“Well, in that case, then I guess you won’t mind if I fuck you first.”

She closed the closet door. Elaine stood there wearing some kind of harness with black leather panties. I looked between her legs, and sticking out from those panties was a long, pink dildo that had a huge scrotum hanging down.

“Oh my God!” I cried.

“Your mother said she was going to make you cry for help,” she giggled. “I think about what she had in mind.”

“Oh, no, no!”

“You’ll love it, honey.” Elaine said as she advanced on me. She had a big tube of lubricant in her hand. “You’ll love it.”

She reached down and it seemed like she flipped a switch. Sure enough, I heard a faint buzzing, and a blissful smile spread over her lips. “See, that hits me in just the right spot. Every time I thrust, that makes me feel very, very good. So we both get to have fun.”

I was scared but I was more excited. “Please!” I wasn’t sure if I meant, “Please, no!” or “Please, fuck me!”

It didn’t matter. Elaine crawled between my legs and smeared the cool lube all over my anus, sliding her finger deep inside me. She applied the slippery stuff to the big pink dildo, and she grabbed my hips and started sliding the superhard probe into my ass.

“When you met me, you thought I was just a sweet, innocent old lady, didn’t you?”

“Yes!” I moaned as my anus was stretched further than ever before.

She pushed forward until all six pink inches were inside me. I felt the faint buzzing of the vibrator that doubtless was exciting her clitoris. “Well, honey, I think you’ve figured out by now that I’m a little bit wild.”

To prove her point she grabbed my hips and started fucking me. Not too hard, not too fast, but hard enough and fast enough that I shrieked with pleasure. It was humiliating, strapped to a bed and getting penetrated by a 50-year old woman, but I didn’t care. It felt so incredible that I screamed, “Fuck me! Fuck me up the ASS!”

“Feel good?” Elaine asked.

“Yes!”

“Want to feel even better?”

“Yes, yes!”

She paused long enough to fill her hands with the lubricant. Then she wrapped her fingers around my cock and started jerking me off as she fucked me.

I lost control of my body. I floated on a cloud on pure ecstasy. Her long-nailed fingers stroked my cock, her big pink cock pumped in and out of my asshole, I looked up and saw Elaine’s kind, gentle face smiling down at me.

She closed her eyes and moaned. “Oh, honey, I think I’m gonna come.” She fucked me faster, faster. “Oh, honey, yes, yes!” She tightened her grip on my cock and used my dick and an anchor so she could fuck me harder. The buzzing vibrator hit just the right spot and her full lips split into a huge grin.

“You know how I said you’d never feel someone come inside you?” she said.

“Uh-huh.”

Her mouth fell open. “Well, I hope you enjoy this.” She released my cock, drove herself deep inside me, and she reached down to grab the big testicles swinging below the shaft. She squeezed them, and I felt something liquid and warm ooze into my rectum. There must have been some kind of creamy goo in there and Elaine shot it up my ass. “Come in, me, uhh, Elaine! Come in me!”

When she was done, she took hold of my slippery cock and started on me again. “Do you have one more in you?” she teased.

“Oh, at least.”

“That’s all we have time for today, honey.” She put more lube on my cock and started stroking me with both hands. She greased up my huge shaft and pumped me so hard she was bouncing up and down on the bed, and that made the big pink dick in my ass wiggle deliciously.
“Come, Danny.”

“Oh!”

“Come.”

“Oh, oh, uhhh!”

“Come,” she cooed. “I want to see you come. I want to see you come all over me. I want you to see you come all over my hands. You love how soft my hands are, don’t you? Then come. You love watching my fingers curl around your big cock. So come. Come. You love my fingernails, you love how they look, how they feel on your skin? Then come.” Her hands were a blur, the wet sloppy sounds her slippery hands made were wonderfully sexy and exciting. But her kind, gentle, loving voice finished me. “Come, Danny. Come. Come. Come.”

My semen lacked the firepower to shoot to the ceiling, instead it just flowed out like hot white lava, covering her loving hands in my sticky seed. She jacked me off until I ejected every drop of sperm in my balls.

I don’t know how long I was passed out, but I woke to the sounds of the winch lowering my rubbery legs to the bed. “Are you OK, honey?”

“I think so,” I said.

Elaine kissed my forehead, and then she helped me to my feet. “Why don’t you take a shower while I clean up?” I was too drained to offer to help. I staggered to the shower, washed the come and the lube and the smell of hot, dirty sex from my tingling body. I toweled off, and when I came out of the bedroom my clothes were waiting. I dressed and walked out to the living room.

Elaine was there with a glass of lemonade. “Well, I think you learned your lesson today, didn’t you?”

“There was a lesson I was supposed to learn?”

She winked. “Of course. You learned that it’s more fun to play with a friend than by yourself.”

“I sure learned that,” I said, taking a deep drink. I realized how thirsty I was.

“Next time we’ll do some other things.”

I coughed. “You mean, there WILL be other times? I was afraid, well, you wouldn’t do this with me again.”

She laughed and looked like I was nuts. “Do you think that if I only had one shot at that massive cock I wouldn’t fuck you? No no no. I have all sorts of plans for you, darling. But I think I’ll wait awhile before I take your cherry. I’ll save that for awhile, so I have something wonderful to look forward to.”

The doorbell rang. “That would be your mother,” she said in her musical voice, and she went to answer it. I was so stunned, so shocked, so insanely happy that I just sat there and drank lemonade.

Mom joined us in the kitchen, she declined Elaine’s offer of lemonade, and said we had to be going. I didn’t know if I was expected to hug or kiss Elaine goodbye, but she solved the problem for me by giving me a motherly peck on the cheek. “We had a nice time,” she told my mother.

“He learned his lesson?” she asked.

“Oh yes.”

“Good.”

“Stop by whenever you want,” Elaine told me. I looked at Mom, and she nodded.

“Oh, I, uh, maybe I’ll come over tomorrow.”

“When you’re homework is done,” Mom said.

“Oh, sure.”

We said our final goodbyes, and then Mom and I got in the car.

We drove in silence for the first few minutes. I was memorizing the way back to Elaine’s house.

“You liked Elaine?” Mom asked.

“Oh, yes.”

“Good. I’m glad you liked her.” This was a very, very strange conversation.

So I made it stranger. “Mom? Thank you.”

She frowned at me. “Don’t say thank you. In fact, don’t say anything. I did this because I thought it would be better for you to learn about…you know…from a woman like Elaine instead of doing whatever it was you were doing that day I walked in on you.” She shuddered. “Anything would be better than that.”

“Oh. OK.” I said. I kept my mouth shut as long as I could. “But thank you, anyway.”

“I said don’t thank…”

“Just let me say this now and I’ll never say it again. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you.”

She looked like she might bite my head off. Then she softened a bit, and she said. “You’re welcome.”

And we drove the rest of the way home in contented silence.

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