mature xxx

I enjoyed writing about Miranda, how we met and how our relationship developed, and Miranda enjoyed helping me. I’m sure we didn’t remember all the dialogue but what we didn’t we made up. It seems in tune with how we remember feeling then. Now she’s persuaded me that I should write down my experiences, how I got where I am today and why I am like I am. She reckons I should do this before I write about our first couple of years together. Well, she’s the boss! I have warned her though, that there might be a few surprises.

The story begins over 45 years ago and I will start by mentioning the one thing that has shaped my sexual proclivities, my life really. Why has the female derriere held so much fascination for me? I began worshipping at the altar of the female bottom very soon after I realised that girls and women were more important than cricket!

Now I should explain – unusually I suppose, I wasn’t much into girls in my early teens. As boys we didn’t have much to do with them at school, I always went to boy’s schools, and they weren’t really interested in the things we were: mainly sport and getting up to mischief. When I left school at 16 I was pretty much totally committed to sport. I’d been introduced to cricket, a game which you either like or hate it seems; it became my life! In Camberwell, where I lived, we were just half a mile from the Kennington Oval, a very famous ground, where Surrey played their County cricket. I spent much time watching them but even more playing, I had since I turned 11. All summer I was playing or training and, in the winter, practised and kept fit by running, badminton, and table tennis.

I didn’t get a job, I suppose I was a bit of a slob really relying on mum to feed and clothe me. I look back and realise I was pretty selfish. Any money I did earn, with the exception of a bit for mum’s presents, from odd jobs, errands, and the like, was spent on my cricket gear or any other sporting kit I needed.

Don’t get me wrong, I liked girls. Occasionally I’d go to a dance or a party and I got on reasonably well but it didn’t ever go any further. Before going on perhaps I should describe myself in those days. I wasn’t too bad looking and I’d gained my height early. I was just over 6 feet and slim, lithe some people called me. I’d spurted up rather quickly around 17 and didn’t grow much taller, just filled out. Mum always said I was handsome and I should get out and meet some nice girls but sport was always more important.

All this changed around my 18th birthday. Just before then I fell in love – unrequited but love all the same. I suppose that that is what happens when you suddenly realise how wonderful girls are. She was the daughter of our team captain, only 16 but the most beautiful girl. She hardly noticed me of course, I was from a completely different social strata from her, her father being the owner of the large manufacturing company whose cricket team for which I played. I only did that because I was one of the best around and they needed a good all-rounder.

John, my best friend and the son of my mum’s best friend (more of whom later), was three years older than me and he decided that, on my 18th birthday things should change. He was obviously much more experienced than me (just how much I found out later) and the weekend after my birthday he took me to Soho, that part of London that passed for a red light district, to show me around. He took me to a ’strip’ show then to a book shop where you could get ‘dodgy’ books.

I should explain about ’sex’ in those days. When I was in my teens society was much more restricted than today although it was the start of the, so called, ’swinging sixties’. Well, actually, they swung past me as they did many of my friends who grew up in the South East suburbs of London in those days. Access to things sexual was still fairly strictly controlled then. No ‘top shelf’ magazines, no page three, no adult channels on not much terrestrial television. There were a couple of magazines, Parade comes to mind and the early days of Playboy but both of these were hard to come by really, certainly for a young man who was just realising his sexuality. To get hold of really ‘naughty’ pictures in those days you needed to be ‘in the know’ as it were. Even in places like Soho you still had to pay the earth for anything remotely sexy.

The book shop had quite a good selection as I remember. Lots of ‘naturist’ ones. Titles like ‘Nature’ or ‘Health and Efficiency’ which had pictures of nudists (strangely enough mostly women!) usually with any sign of sex airbrushed out. Remember, those were the days just after the time when you could go and see nudes but they weren’t allowed to move or show any pubic hair! However, it was a short book, a selection of black and white photographs, that really affected me. There were only about half a dozen pictures in this little book, all of the women were in underwear of various types. I think that John realised how much I liked this book because he dipped into his pocket and brought it for me as a birthday present.

It was really one, just one, picture that did it for me. It was of a mature woman, not particularly attractive as I remember, who was dressed in a bra, panties, suspenders, and black stockings. She was wearing four inch heels. Her feet were about 15 inches apart and she was facing away and bending slightly forward with her bottom thrust out, the fabric of her knickers stretched across the broad reach of her fabulous arse. To add to the provocative nature of the picture she was looking back over her shoulder with a sexy smile.

This picture really turned on my sexual drive! Having ignored things sexual for most of my teens, now JT was almost uncontrollable! I must have shed gallons of spunk over her and, for better or for worse, the female bottom has always been my main interest. Of course in those days my knowledge of sex was limited to what I had found out at school, not from sex education I hasten to add, we didn’t have it then. I had no idea that you might have had sex in the back, in the arse if you like, with a woman. I did have a vague idea that that was what ‘queers’ did. That was our term for homosexuals in those days. Not very correct but those were the times. You found out about sex, and what it was all about, from your mates, and by trial and error. My dad had left before I was born so my mum brought me up and she hadn’t found the courage (for reasons I found out later) to tell me all about it so I had to find out for myself.

I don’t know whether I was born with a fixation on the female bottom but I’m sure that this little book and the one picture had such an effect on me that it pointed me in that direction. My imagination would run riot as I masturbated over that picture, focussing on that delightful result of mother nature’s natural selection. Was that why has anal sex been my fascination for almost as long as I can remember? The sight of a woman in suspenders and stockings, particularly with her back towards me, is enough to send me over the top, well it used to be but I’m much more controlled now! It’s a long story, and an exciting one: well at least it was for me.

Once I realised how wonderful girls were I started to date, not very successfully I might add, because I as so inexperienced. I did manage to get a couple of girls to touch my cock through my pants but as that almost always resulted in orgasm we didn’t get much further. The same happened when I managed to sample the extreme pleasures of the female breast so essentially I was inexperienced sexually. As for getting any further – no I hadn’t. I knew what you had to do, stick it in her twat, that’s an English slang for pussy – the word I’ll use from now on. I didn’t realise but, three months after my eighteenth birthday, all that was about to change.

It begins:

The series of events that really fixed the female bottom in my mind and started my sexual education began one Saturday afternoon about three months after my birthday. I was upstairs in my bedroom. I was lucky, incidentally, that I had a bedroom of my own. Not many kids around had their own bedroom in those days. I was an only child and we had a tiny, 2 bed-roomed terraced house so I was fortunate. It was the lunch break during a Test Match (Cricket), I can’t remember who we were playing, but I was taking my own lunch break, pulling my plonker while I fantasized over my lady in suspenders. I should say that I think I was at my peak then. I actually managed to have 7 orgasms in one day, I remember it well – Wimbledon on TV! All those nubile young women running about in short skirts!

I digress! I was wanking away when the doorbell rang. Mum was out so, quickly putting my equipment away and with some difficulty I might add, I shot downstairs to open the door. Now, what I didn’t realise in my haste was that I had left my book open on my bed and, to make things worse – well not really as it turned out but you know what I mean, I’d left the bedroom door open. This meant that anyone passing my room could, if they just looked in, see the open book on the bed. Obviously I was rather flustered, I had been close to cumming so, to anyone who knew, it would probably have been obvious what I dad been up to.

I opened the front door and saw it was Mrs Green. She was my mum’s best friend and my best mate’s mum as well. She and mum had known each other for years and spent even more time together since Mrs Green’s husband had died some seven years ago. They had a lot in common, both being lone mothers.

“Hello Mike,” she said with a smile, “you were a long time!”

“Oh, oh, yea. I was in the loo.” Well, I couldn’t tell her I was pulling my plonker could I?

“Mmm?” she said with a knowing smile. “Is your mum in?”

“Err, no. She’s just popped down to the shops. She’ll be back in a minute.” I thought I might get on her good side so, “Can I make you a cup of tea while you wait?”

“Yes, thanks Mike. I’ll just pop to the loo.” Well the loo was upstairs and, to get there, she had to go past my room. Now at that time I didn’t realise how I’d left the book nor that my bedroom door was open so I just happily went into the kitchen to make the tea. About five minutes later Mrs Green came back down into the kitchen and stood next to me.

“Well young Michael,” she said and I knew I was in trouble because she’d used my full name, “well young man.” It’s funny isn’t it, the only time my mum and her friends used my full name was when I was in trouble? Does that happen to all of us?

“Yes Mrs Green?” said I innocently, unaware of the mangle through which I was about to be put, but apprehensive none the less.

“Is this yours?” she asked holding up my book.

Gulp, oh shit I thought, am I in trouble now! “Err, errrrmmm,”

“Come on Michael, is it yours or not?”

“Well, errm. No.” Bloody stupid I know but hell, I was in trouble!

“Well,” she said with a smile, “it was on your bed.” Had I realised of course, I would have noticed that she wasn’t angry, far from it, she thought it amusing but in my innocence I didn’t see that. All I was concerned with was trying to figure out how to get out of this and, just as important, how I was going to keep my bloody book!

“Well, yes Mrs Green, it is, umm, mine.”

“Mmm,” she said smiling even more, “I thought it might be.”

Time now to beg for mercy. “Please Mrs Green, don’t tell mum, please. I’ll get in terrible trouble. You won’t tell her will you?”

“Oh, I don’t know Michael,” she said pondering the problem. Of course she had every intention of telling my mum but I didn’t know that then did I?

“Please Mrs Green. I’ll do anything!” Well I would. Mind you, I didn’t quite realise what she had in mind!

“I think you are a very naughty young man,” she said with another smile, “but, if you would like to do a few things around the house for me, I think I might keep this as just our little secret.” Relief flooded my body. Mum wouldn’t find out. That was the first hurdle overcome. Now to try and get the book back. Foolish boy!

“Can I have it back please, Mrs Green?”

“What Michael?” she asked with a soft smile knowing, I’m sure, full well what I meant.

“Errrm, my book.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” she said with a big smile, “I’m not sure you’ll be needing it too much now.” This puzzled me. I know, I was stupid and I was naïve, but well, I didn’t associate Mrs Green with the woman in the book.

“Oh,” I said pleading, “please.” I couldn’t stand to lose that book. What would I use to wank over? Little did I know!

“No,” she said firmly, “no Michael. I think I’ll keep this.” Then she fixed me with a steady look, “Perhaps you’ll calm down. Now, where’s this tea?”

I realised that I had no chance of getting the book back just then. Perhaps, I thought, if I’m good around the house and do lots of jobs she might weaken and let me have it back. She took her tea and sat in the front room waiting for mum. All the while she had a secret smile on her face and kept looking at me in a funny way. Finally, when mum came in, I left them alone and went to my room.

I sat up there thinking about Mrs Green. She was several years older than mum, about 45. As I wrote, her husband had died about 7 years before, in an accident at work. He’d left her not too badly off, though she did work part-time in Woolworth’s. Her son, John, was almost three years older than me and now he was off at university. Like me, he had won a scholarship to a grammar school and then to Oxford. Something I hoped to do but never did. He was intelligent , was John, much cleverer than me. We were both only children who had lost our fathers and our mothers were good friends so we naturally also became good pals.

Now Mrs Green lived on her own. Her house was similar to ours, like many in that area built just before the war. She was quite tall, about 5′ 9″ and well built without being fat. Blonde, bottle I think, she had a nice friendly face and a lovely smile. I liked her, she was always nice to me, and I often stayed at her house with John before he left.

I know it’s difficult to imagine but I hadn’t really thought of her sexually. You know, she was mum’s friend and I wouldn’t, nay couldn’t, think of her like that. You didn’t in those days.

Now, looking back I can remember her with fondness. I suppose you would call her buxom. Large, but not too large, breasts and a flat, but not too flat, tummy. Now, of course, I know that her arse was heaven! Big, broad, and shapely with not to much fat, it was a delight – as I was to find out! I remember it with great fondness.

Anyway, back to my bedroom where I lay on the bed wondering how I could possibly get my book back. Mrs Green obviously hadn’t said anything to mother, I hadn’t be called down. Little did I know! In the end I just went back to listening to the test match and tried to forget about my book for a few minutes.

After a while mum called up. “Mike, Angela is going now. She said you were going to do a few things for her around the house?”

“Yes mum,” I said as I came down stairs, “Mrs Green asked me if I would help,” I said looking at her.

“Mmm,” said mum with a smile, “what’s got into you. It’s all I can do to get you to tidy up your room.”

“Errrmm, err,”

“I persuaded him Joyce,” said Mrs Green, with a wink at me, “he said he would help.”

Mum laughed, “OK, when do you want him?” Of course, had I been more aware of the ways of the world, I would have heard the double entendre shaped in that question.

“Oh, give me half an hour Joyce, then he can come round.”

I was being manipulated of course, but I didn’t realise. I just stood there looking back and forth between my mum and Mrs Green.

“All right Mike?” said mum.

“Oh yea, yea fine. I’ll come round in about half an hour.”

“Mmm,” said Mrs Green, “that’s nice. Bye Joyce, I’ll see you tomorrow.” They quite often spent Sunday afternoons together chatting over tea and cakes or sometimes a bottle of wine. Then she left with a smile for me.

“Well,” said mum with a smile, “you certainly got in Mrs Green’s good books Mike. What came over you?”

Now I had to find an answer quickly. “Oh mum, I just thought that, as John’s gone to college, she might need someone to do things, you know.”

Now mum looked rather sad, “Yes,” she said, “it’s a shame he’s gone away. Still,” she added with a smile, “he’ll be back in the holidays.” Funny, I thought, mum’s looking forward to John coming home – bloody naïve fool!! “It’s nice though Mike. It’s a nice thought. Now you look after Angela and do what she asks.” That was strange as well? Of course I’d help Mrs Green around the house. I bloody do anything to get my book back! But, of course, mum would know that and I didn’t know that mum knew! Unbeknown to me mum knew far more than I did!

“OK mum, no problem. I’m going to listen to the match for a while then I’ll go round.” So off I went upstairs and laid on the bed listening to the cricket – no masturbation. What was I going to do without my book? Soon the tea break arrived and I set off for Mrs Green’s with a cheery, “Bye,” to mum.

“Tea’s about 6,” she said, “don’t be late.”

“No, I won’t mum, bye.”

I strolled round the corner and knocked on Mrs Green’s door. “Come in Mike,” she shouted from the front room, “I’m in here. Put the latch up when you come in.” That locked the front door.

When I entered the front room I noticed that she had changed her clothing. I don’t think I’d ever seen her dressed in anything like this before. It didn’t really register with me that it was any different, only that I hadn’t seen this dress before. Although it was only early spring she was dressed in a light summer dress that flared at the waist and really showed off her hips. It finished around mid calf and I noticed that she wore high heeled shoes: something else I’d rarely seen her do, at least not as high as these.

The dress wasn’t cut very low but it did, somehow, accentuate her boobs which, I must admit, I did notice. It’s strange isn’t it, the way that the old JT, your cock, your prick, really notices things like this before you do. I was worried about what she was going to ask me to do. I wasn’t that good at DIY so I was a bit apprehensive. JT however, was concentrating on much more important matters, i.e. Mrs Green’s boobs!

She sat down on the settee as I came in and picked up my little book. I felt a bit like a naughty schoolboy, hell, I suppose I was really, as I stood there in front of her.

“Now young man,” she said. I noticed she called me ‘young man’ rather than ‘my boy’, a phrase she’d used before. Had I known, of course, I would have realised that, in her eyes, I was becoming a man. “Now young man, let’s get to the bottom of this!” Gulp, oh shit. Now I thought I was in big trouble. “This is yours is it?” She opened the book.

“Yes, Mrs Green, it is,” I decided that honesty was the best policy, well, at least as far as it went!

“Why was it up there on the bed?”

“Errrmm, err, well, errrm.”

“Come on now,” she said with a soft smile that, had I recognised it, would have banished all my fears, “you can tell me. I promised you didn’t I,” she added. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I’d go some of the way.
“Errrmm, I was looking at it.”

“Looking at it?”

“Yes, Mrs Green.”

She looked up at me and smiled, “You can call me Angela when you’re round here,” she said. “Now, you were ‘looking at it’?”

“Yes Mrs . . . Angela.” It sounds silly I know but it was difficult to see her as ‘Angela’. She was somehow different if I called her that – does that make sense?

Now another smile and she fixed me with her eyes. Eyes that I noticed were very pretty, a bit like Marilyn Monroe’s (and I had spent an age worshipping her!). “I’m sure you were doing more than just looking?”

I blushed bright red. I was sure she knew, or at least guessed. How the hell was I going to get out of this one. “Errrmm, no,” I said as honestly as I could manage.

“Why are you blushing Michael?” Oh shit, my full name again – she did know.

“Oh Mrs Green . . .,”

“Angela,” she interrupted.

“Err, Angela. Oh, I can’t say,” I said and looked away.

She stood then, touched my cheek tenderly, and turned my head back towards her. “Yes you can Mike, you can.” She sat again, “You don’t have to be frightened, your mother will only know what I tell her.”

“Oh Mrs . . . Angela, I’m embarrassed.”

Again that lovely smile that I realise now meant so much. “You don’t have to be embarrassed Mike. Come on, tell me what you were doing.”

Well by now JT, far more aware of what was going on that I was, had started to show some interest and I was feeling some discomfort in that area. As my crotch was level with Mrs Green’s eyes, I’m sure she had noticed as well. I had, therefore, to come clean to try and get to sit down at least.

“I was touching myself,” I said red faced, hoping that that would do. Foolish boy!

“Oh, ‘touching yourself’,” she said pensively, “‘touching yourself’?” Then she fixed me with those eyes that were becoming lovelier by the minute and she smiled a big smile, “You naughty young man, you were masturbating weren’t you?” Well, I know now that, of course, she knew I was, but now, well I was bloody found out.

I blushed bright red, probably all over, as she waited for my reply. My mind was working overtime, what could I say, she’d guessed. Come clean and try to recover some lost ground! “Oh Mrs Green.”

“Angela,” she interrupted with a smile.

“Err, Angela, err. Oh heck, yes, yes I was. Oh Mrs Green please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” some chance!! “Please don’t tell mum, please.

She smiled back at me seeming not upset at all, “I told you, you young hellion, she’ll only hear what I want her to hear.” What did that mean I thought. “Now,” she said becoming more business like, “I want you to show me just what you were doing. You can sit down here,” and she indicated the seat next to her on the settee.

Sweet Jesus Christ, I thought, what am I going to do. I can’t do this can I, get my todger out in front of Mrs Green, could I? Standing there as I was, clothed but naked in front of her, I didn’t know what to do. She got up again and gently eased me back into the settee then sat next to me. Turning to face me she said with a great big smile, “Come on, don’t be shy,” the she laughed, “I have seen one before!”

I gave a shy laugh as I looked in her eyes. I would have seen desire there I think, if I’d known what to look for, an aching desire that needed release. She reached over and stroked my cheek again, “Don’t be shy Mike, just show me what you were doing. I won’t mind and I definitely won’t tell Joyce anything you don’t want me to.”

I looked in her eyes and I trusted her. I think I must have been beginning to realise that something else was going on here but that was only subconsciously, although JT was far ahead of the game. I was struggling to control a fairly positive erection throughout all this. An erection that I was sure Mrs Green could see. Anyway, as I saw it I didn’t have much choice. The implication seemed to be that she would tell mum if I didn’t do as she told me. We were on our own, John was at university, so no one would walk in because I’d locked the front door.

“You really want me to, Mrs . . . Angela,” she mouthed it with me.

“Yes Michael,” she said with a depth of feeling that I was too immature to recognise. “Oh yes, I’d like to see what you were doing while you were ‘reading’ your book,” she added with a smile as she waved it under my nose.

I took a very deep breath and crossed my very own Rubicon! I undid my belt, lifted up my bum, and slid my trousers down. I was concentrating on my own problem, how to hide my, by now, massive erection, so I only just noticed Angela’s face. I didn’t recognise it then but now I know it was lust, pure and simple. That’s not surprising however, knowing what I know now.

“That’s nice,” she said throatily. I thought she meant that I done what she asked, now I’m not so sure because I remember that the tip of my cock was sticking over my underpants. I’m quite lucky I suppose, although it has been a problem in some cases, that I’m fairly well endowed. Not enormous but fairly a healthy 8½ inches at full stretch and about three round. I am circumcised so that can make your JT look rather more appealing, at least I’m told that by some women I’ve been with. This afternoon I was at full stretch. Surprising really I suppose, considering the position I found myself in. I was embarrassed, terribly embarrassed at exposing myself to my mum’s best friend but she had wanted me to. JT, of course, was probably more aware of what was going on than I was – well my libido was anyway!

“Now your underpants Michael,” she said throatily.

I looked at her pleadingly, “Mrs Green . . .?!”

“Angela,” she said with a smile, “here you call me Angela.”

“B b b but,” I stammered.

She put her finger gently to my lips, “Shussh,” she said, “Angela! Now come on. I want you to show me. It’ll be all right, don’t worry.”

Strangely enough her voice relaxed me a bit now, perhaps I had begun to realise that more was going on here than met the eye, so I lifted my bum again and eased my underpants to allow my cock it’s freedom.

“Oh my,” she said in surprise, “but that is quite impressive!” I looked sharply at her, not sure what she meant. She noticed and smiled, “Don’t mind me. Now here’s your book, it’s at your favourite page I think.” Well yes it was. You could tell it was my favourite by the stains on it! “Just show me what you were doing.”

Well, there was no going back now so I gripped dear old JT and began a slow wank. I couldn’t look at Mrs Green, I just fixed my eyes on my lady in suspenders and tried to get it over with. I really didn’t know what was going to happen to me, I felt helpless but there was something exciting about it all as well. My usual course was to imagine coming up behind her, removing her knickers, and sticking it inside her. Look, I didn’t even know what a woman looked like down there! I’d had a feel but you don’t get much idea from that do you? Nowhere could you get pictures like today that show you all of a woman’s sex. Then I just knew you stuck your cock inside her and I assumed you could do it from the back as well as the front, well John told me you could and he was older than me.

So, there I was, slowly masturbating under the watchful, and lustful (although I didn’t know that then), gaze of Mrs Green, Angela. After a few strokes pre-cum started to leak out of the tip and ease my wanking. Just then Mrs Green put her hand on my right forearm and stopped me.

“Mmm,” she said, “that’s very good Mike.” Her other hand turned my head to face hers, “What are you thinking of when you do that?”

Oh shit! How could I tell her. She must have seen my confusion and taken pity on me. “Are you thinking of doing ‘IT’ with her?”

“Oh Mrs . . . Angela. Oh I’m sorry! Yes, oh yes I am.” I was close now.

She smiled, “Go on then.” So now I did, wanking hard thinking of ramming my cock into this suspender clad woman. The inevitable happened and, fairly quickly, I came sending several pulses of spunk up in the air before the remains of that orgasm dribbled down my cock. By some strange act of fate some of the spunk, which had travelled quite a way, had landed on Mrs Greens shoulder.

“Oh god, oh shit. Oh bloody hell,” I said forgetting myself. “Oh hell, I’m sorry Mrs Green.”

She didn’t seem bothered, “Angela,” she smiled, “I told you Mike, Angela when you a round here.”

“Oh, err, Angela, I’m sorry, so sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

Her hand came up and stroked my cheek, “No,” she said softly, “no you couldn’t.” Then she did the strangest thing, well at least I thought I so then, she used her finger to scrape up my spunk from her shoulder and then she sucked it off between her lovely red lips. My mouth must have opened in astonishment because she laughed and said, “Mmm, that tastes nice.”

Gulp, “Umm, errrrmmm, err,” I managed to stammer, right hand still gripping my only slightly softer cock. In those days I didn’t soften right away, indeed, I could go again almost immediately: often did! (Oh for the joys of youth!) Now she surprised me even more. She moved off the settee to kneel in front of me. Fixing me with her eyes she said, “Keep still Mike, don’t move. Everything will be all right.” Then she leant forward and licked the tip of my spunk covered cock!

I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do it was so, so unexpected. Here was my mum’s best friend kneeling in front of me licking my cock, christ, I hadn’t imagined anything like this even in my wildest dreams, and some of them were pretty wild.

Her tongue licked around the head, she seemed to enjoy the taste of spunk mixed with precum. All the time she fixed me with her eyes. After a few licks she looked up and said, “Let him go Mike and give me your hand.”

I was like an automaton now, just doing as I was told. I almost couldn’t believe this was happening. Was it some kind of daydream or even a nightmare. She took my hand and used her tongue to eat the spunk off of it.

“Mmm,” she said, “nice.” Now her hand was holding my cock, gently, tenderly. Her hand was cool but it made my cock shoot up to full hardness again.

“Oh hell, oh god, Mrs . . . Oh fuck!!” She had taken the head of my cock in her mouth. It was wet, it was warm, it felt like some kind of heaven. She began to gently wank me then and to softly suck. Well I wasn’t used to this and I had no control whatsoever at that age so the inevitable happened. I came, and I came hard and long. Harder and longer because Angela was sucking the spunk out of my cock like a Hoover. I’d thought that I’d had some good wanks in the past but nothing, nothing had felt like this. It was unbelievable, the pleasure indescribable as pulse after pulse was sucked out and, although I didn’t see it, swallowed by Angela. Hell could she suck cock! All the while she gently masturbated me, lengthening the time of my orgasm and increasing the number of pulses.

As I finished I was mortified. What had I done – not that I had much control over it! We boys had talked about cock sucking of course, and I’d dreamed of a girl sucking my cock obviously, but never a woman and certainly not Mrs Green!

“Oh god Mrs Green,” it did take me a while to get to ‘Angela’, “oh hell, I’m sorry,” I said almost in fear of what would happen and I tried to pull away.

She was having none of it. She kept hold of my, now softening, cock and, raising her head level with mine, smiled and opened her mouth. Oh my god, she had a mouthful of my spunk! I was horrified and excited at the same time. I have come to understand how exciting this can be. A woman with a mouthful of your cum that she shows you then swallows. It was exciting then as well but that excitement was tempered by fear of the consequences.

Now she used her tongue to move the white mass round her mouth then she swallowed the lot. I swallowed as well – boy was I in trouble, or so I thought. I suppose I should have realised that it hadn’t been my fault at all, I was just being manipulated but I didn’t see it like that just at that moment.

“Oh heck, Mrs . . . Angela, oh heck. I’m sorry. Oh don’t say anything to mum please. I’ll do anything.” I suppose, looking back, I was terrified. You see, I was naïve, most of us were in those days, because there wasn’t the access to adult material that there is today.

Angela smiled at me as she licked her lips, “It’s a long time since I tasted that,” she said, not that I understood what she meant. “Oh dear, sweet Michael. Poor young man,” she laughed, “you young innocent. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. Can’t you guess what’s happening?”

I must have been particularly dense but, well I was so worried about what I had done. Mind you, it had been so bloody good I did hope I might do it again well, anyway, at least get to wank remembering it. I still didn’t see. I shook my head.

She touched my cheek, “Oh you dear innocent,” she said again, “just like John.” That puzzled me but I didn’t dwell on it. The meaning became clear later.

“You’re almost grown up now Mike. What just happened proves that. You are a young man and now you’re going to learn about women, and I’m going to teach you!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, “You Mrs . . . Angela, teach me?”

“Yes Mike, teach you about women and about yourself.”

“What . . . err . . . what about mum?”

She smiled, “She knows silly, she knows all about your book. She’s known for ages. We’ve just been waiting until you were old enough to know,” she looked at my somewhat shrunken cock, “and that delightful JT of yours was ready.”

Now I was beginning to fall in, “Mum knew, mum knows about, errrm, about my book?”

“Yes,” she smiled, “she’s known about it for a while. We both have.” She touched my cheek again, “And we know what you do with it!”

I blushed again then met her eyes, “This was all . . . a test? I don’t understand?”

“Oh you darling young man, of course you don’t.” She sat up next to me, “Tidy yourself up and I’ll make us a cup of tea. Then I’ll explain everything to you.” She left for the kitchen and I tucked myself in and sorted myself out. No spunk left on my cock this time, I thought with a nervous laugh – was this the shape of things to come? I was beginning to wonder.

Angela came back a few minutes later with tea and biscuits. So normal that I almost laughed but it was normal for her you see. She poured tea and I took a cup and a biscuit.

“You see Mike,” she began, “your mum and I have been friends for almost twenty years, just after John was born. Well you know your dad left your mum before you arrived, bastard that he was.” This was no news to me. Mum had told me all about my dad and how he left her when he found she was pregnant. Last heard of, he was in Australia but that was 10 years ago. I had no interest in him so what Angela said about him didn’t bother me.

“Well, she’s been on her own since then.”

“She’s had me,” I said somewhat indignantly.

“Oh yes, and you’ve been her rock,” she said, “but now you’re nearly a man you must understand what I mean when I say ‘on her own’.”

The penny dropped and I was suddenly ashamed. Had my presence caused her pain, unable to form a relationship with another man. Angela saw it, “Oh Mike, don’t blame yourself. She loves you and she didn’t mind being on her own. Now let me carry on. Since my Stan passed away we’ve been very close your mother and I, very close indeed.”

I was suddenly very perceptive. Look, I’m not slow, that’s how I got to where I am today, “You’re ‘on your own’ too aren’t you.”

“My,” she said with a smile, “you are a perceptive young man aren’t you? Yes I am on my own and I have been since then.” My mind was racing now, racing along on a single track. Now I realised why I was here, Angela wouldn’t be ‘on her own’ would she. I would be here for her.

I looked at her boldly, “You won’t be on your own any more will you?”

She looked at me open eyed, surprised I think, that I had figured it out so quickly. “I can see that we aren’t going to be able to mess you about,” she said with a smile. “No,” she went on, “if you’re happy to be taught, I won’t be on my own any more.”

My stomach did back flips, more of what had just happened and so much more. I looked at her and smiled, “I think I’d like that,” I said confidently. You know I felt grown up then at just turned 18.

“Good, your mother will be pleased she can return the favour,” she said strangely. Then another penny dropped.

“John?” I said slowly, “John and mum!” I remembered then how mum had seemed to change just after John decided her was going to university; she seemed happier, more content. John is three years older than me. Of course! He was often waiting for me when I came from cricket practice or from late classes. I remember he stayed with mum for the whole two weeks I went on school holiday. How, often Angela would take me out shopping, or to the cinema, while John was elsewhere: now I guessed where.

I looked at her rather blankly. I didn’t know what to think. John and my mum. John was my best friend. Before he went to college he looked after me. Him and mum, look, I never thought of my mum as a woman. Hell that’s not right, or course I did! I knew she was pretty, prettier than Angela. As I wrote, she was about 6 years younger than her. John and mum, John and mum.

Angela touched my arm to draw me out of my reverie. I was trying to assess how I felt. Was I jealous, jealous of him and her. Well I was and I wasn’t really. I looked at Angela, “Is it, was it, like that with them Angela. Did mum, does mum, teach him?”

I think she realised that this was a dangerous moment. They must have talked about it, realised that I wasn’t stupid and would have worked it out sooner or later, so they must have realised that I could go either way. Angela nodded at me, “Yes Mike, it is.” She smiled, “I lent him to her, lent him for his education in how to make love, in how to treat a woman. Michael, oh Michael, she has been so lonely. Lonely like that. Of course she has you and she loves you but, well . . .” Now she seemed at a loss for words.

I took a deep breath. I should explain, I loved my mother, loved her more than anything. She’d sacrificed a lot for me, most of her youth really, to bring me up properly: and she had done that. Even before this afternoon and as I became older I was beginning to realise how much of me was a product of her caring and love. I’d not wanted for much. I was beginning to understand then, as I have come to understand more and more, that, if you love someone, above all you want them to be happy. I loved her and I wanted her to be happy. I know now that’s important in romantic love but it’s important in filial love as well.

I was sitting there working all this out. Of course I knew that I couldn’t do for her what John could, she was my mum and, well that wasn’t allowed. I’d never thought of my mum like that anyway, despite realising how attractive she was. Hell, I hadn’t even thought about Angela like that and she was pretty tasty! Angela was quiet, letting me work out my feelings as I tried to be adult and understand what was happening. Then I had another thought. How Angela’s Stan had stayed round our house sometimes, how mum went round to Angela’s while she and John were with me.

“Angela?” I said pensively, “uncle Stan?” She looked at me sharply, “Uncle Stan. Did he, you know, with mum?” I realised that she must have known if he did. They were very close. He was a lovely man and both women were distraught when he died.

“Mike, you mustn’t be upset about this,” she swallowed nervously. I think I had surprised her in realising about uncle Stan and I suppose she had no idea how I’d react to all this news of sexual shenanigans. As I said, the swinging part of the sixties didn’t really reach south east London.

“Mum was happy then,” I said, “I remember. Did they love each other, you know, like you and him did?” Naïve I suppose, and childish, but shit, I was only just turned 18 and so much was happening in my head, and it was, for some strange reason, important that they did have feelings for each other. Thankfully, I suppose, she realised how much that simple fact meant to me.
“Yes,” she said, “I think they did, perhaps not quite the same, but yes, they were fond of each other.”

“Good,” I said, “I’m glad she was happy.” I knew then that I had absolutely no right to sit in judgement of my mother. If she was happy with John then so be it. I vowed to myself that it wouldn’t change my attitude to John. I couldn’t do the same about my mum because what was happening today was changing me, changing me from an innocent boy into a young man, so I couldn’t say that. I did know that I didn’t love her any the less for finding out about this, if anything I loved her more. That she would allow this: this ‘education’.

I looked up and smiled at Angela, I could think of her like that now, Angela. God she was lovely! “I think I understand,” I said. “I just want mum to be happy and if she is then anything she does is OK with me.” Then, feeling very grown up, and pushing my shoulders back, “And I’ll do my best to make you happy too,” I said with a smile.

She looked hard at me, with new eyes I think, “My,” she said, “my, my, you are a perceptive and very impressive young man. Just like your mother says.” Then she leant forward and kissed me, not your ‘auntie’ kiss that she usually reserved for me, but a kiss full on the lips. Shit was she good. I melted and shivers ran up and down my spine.

“That’s a promise of things to come,” she said with a smile as she pulled away. Then she was more businesslike, “Mike, are you OK. It’s a lot for you take in. Are you sure you are all right with this?”

I smiled, “Yes,” I said, “how could I not be. Does mum know, you know, about this afternoon?”

“Yes,” she smiled, “we planned it. You’re not upset?”

“No,” I said, “it was pretty good.”

Now she looked at me with knowing eyes, “Oh you enjoyed it did you?”

My turn to blush, no good playing games with her! “Y. . e . . s,” I managed to say.

“Good,” she said, “then I’m sure you’ll enjoy the jobs I’ve got for you to do after dinner!”

“Jobs?!?!?”

“Mmm,” she said, “I’ve got tons of jobs for you to do,” she smiled at me suggestively (well, I didn’t know that then but I do now), “I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

“Oh,” I said realising what she meant. “I’ve got to come round after dinner?”

“Mmm, if you want to. Do you?”

“Oh heck Angela, do I!!!”

She laughed, “Off you go and have your dinner. I’m sure your mum will want to know how you got on?”

OH, I thought, oh. I’ve got to tell mum. I realised I would be embarrassed and Angela must have noticed. “Don’t worry Mike, just tell her what happened and what we talked about. You’re grown up now, you can talk about these things. You will learn Mike, that it’s far better to talk about these sort of things than to hide them away. Go home and hug your mum.”

“Mmm,” I said with a smile, “I will and I’ll be back after dinner for some more ‘jobs’!”

She playfully boxed my ears, “Off you go young devil,” she said in a strange voice.

I walked very slowly back home that afternoon. You must understand that what had happened was fairly momentous for me. Not only was I having to deal with my own developing sexuality and my reaction to Angela, I also had to deal with the revelations about my mother with both Stan and John.

As I walked I realised that, just as I was apprehensive about returning home, so would mum be as well. She knew what Angela was planning to do and they must have discussed me realising about John. Perhaps they didn’t realise that I would put two and two together regarding Stan, I was after all, only 11 when he died but I did remember him very well. As I thought about it I realised that he had almost been a father to me in those early years. That’s why John and I were so close, we were almost like brothers. I was beginning to see that my mother and Angela had a very close relationship indeed.

I used my key in the front door and shouted, “It’s me mum,” as I came in.

“In here,” I heard from the lounge. A rather muted ‘in here’ as if she was worried. Well, I had determined on the way home (I’d gone round the block three times to think things through), that nothing would change. I still loved her, her and John didn’t change that. My being with Angela didn’t change the way I felt about mum and I supposed it didn’t change the way she felt about me. One thing had changed, that was me. I had grown up this afternoon. Oh not sexually, that was to come, but emotionally. I could recognise how I felt and it was confident, adult, and secure.

“Hello mum,” I said as I came in. She was sitting in the chair very demurely, hands resting in her lap, as if she thought she was going to be chastised, told off, or something. She looked up at me with eyes that were close to crying. She must have got herself into something of a tizwaz waiting for me to come home.

I went over to her and kissed her cheek, just as I usually did when I came home. Then I gave her a big smile. That seemed to relieve some of her tension and she looked up and smiled back at me wanly.

“Hello Mike,” she said softly and her hand came up to caress my cheek. I realised then that she had to say goodbye to me didn’t she. Oh not actually but figuratively speaking. She had to say goodbye to the child she’d nurtured all these years. She knew then that I was a man, or soon to be one. That must have been difficult for her too.

I knelt in front of her and took her hands in mine, “What is it mum?” There was pain in her eyes as she looked into mine. She must have recognised immediately that I had changed, grown if you like, grown emotionally.

She took a deep breath, a swallow, and said, “Did you, did you speak to Angela?”

I smiled softly trying to calm her nervousness. I could feel the tension in her hands. “Yes mum,” another smile, “I did ’speak’ with Angela, amongst other things.” Now, curiously, she blushed. She couldn’t know that Angela had succeeded in her seduction of me until now and now she knew, or suspected anyway, that I was aware of her relationship with John.

She looked at me almost in supplication, “You know,” she said, her voice trembling, “you know about . . .” She couldn’t look at me. She was ashamed! That was it, she was ashamed. Well that’s what I thought at the time. As it turned out that wasn’t the reason. My heart went out to her and I reached forward and hugged her tight. She sobbed on my shoulder.

“Oh mum, mum, you don’t have to cry. I understand.” I held her at arms length by her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes, “You don’t have to be ashamed before me mum, me of all people. I owe you everything, everything I am and am ever likely to be. You’ve given most of your life to me, I know that and I’ve just found out what that might mean,” her turn to look at me in surprise. I smiled and her puzzlement, “I can only begin to imagine what it will be like, doing all Angela’s ‘jobs’. She said she’s got an enormous backlog!”

This cut the tension and made her laugh. She boxed my ears playfully, “You are a devil Michael,” she said, “Angela was right.” I raised my eyebrows, “She said she thought you would learn very quickly.”

“Quicker than John?” I asked softly. It had to be said, to be dealt with and got out of the way. She had to know that it was not my place to criticise her life, only to protect her now that I had grown.

This caused her to look away, shame resurfacing. “Oh Michael, you can’t know what it is like. So lonely,” she realised what she was implying, “oh Mike I don’t mean that.” She was almost in tears again. It seemed so difficult for her to find the right words to try to explain herself so I tried to do it for her.

“I understand mum. You don’t have to be ashamed before me, before anyone. You’re my mother, nothing you do can be wrong. I’m beginning to realise what it must be like to be alone like that, without a man,” she looked at me wide-eyed, “without a man to love, well at least to make love to. If John gives you that, and you enjoy it: good. I want you to because I think I’m going to enjoy being with Angela,” I smiled, “well, certainly in this afternoon is anything to go by!”

Now her shame turned to pride. She smile at me, “I told Angela it would be all right,” she said then she caressed my cheek again, “I trusted you.” I held her tight.

“I know about uncle Stan as well!” It had to be got out of the way as well. She needed to know that I knew and that I understood.

“Oh god,” she said shocked, “how? Angela?”

“No,” I said smiling, “you always said I was sharp young man. I just put two and two together and got four. Look mum, I haven’t the right really, to say this, but I don’t mind. You have to live your life, had to live it, as you see fit. Nothing you’ve ever done has harmed me and you mustn’t punish yourself because now I know. I’m glad I know because I think I’m beginning to understand.

“Now,” I said standing and smiling down at her, “I’m going out to get some fish and chips for our dinner. I’ll pop into the off-licence and get a bottle of wine. I think we need to have a little celebration don’t you?”

“What for,” she said with a smile.

Taking a very deep breath and a terrible risk, I said, “To celebrate me losing my virginity!”

This made her laugh, her rich throaty laugh, that showed me she was all right. “I told her you’d be a handful,” she said with a smile then she realised the possible double meaning and blushed because she knew I would see it as well!

I pecked her cheek and left to get dinner. It was a happy meal, simple but enjoyable. For some reason I felt an even greater connection with her now. We chatted about her past and her relationship with Uncle Stan. She didn’t seem too embarrassed now that she knew I was growing up emotionally. I think it was one happiest meals I ever had with her. My only worry afterwards was leaving her alone all evening. I mentioned it.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” she said, “I’ll watch the TV or read, I’ve got that new book. Very raunchy they tell me.”

“Are you sure you’ll be OK?” Don’t ask me why I was being like this, I almost always went out on Saturday night. It was just that I felt responsible for her now. I suppose it was my growing up. I think it pleased her.

“Yes, of course I will. Now, off you go, Angela will be waiting. Behave!”

I laughed, I was growing up, “I’m not sure she wants me to,” I said.

“Get off with you, devil,” she said laughing, “and enjoy yourself.”

As I left the house and strolled around the corner to Angela’s I wondered what the future held for me. I couldn’t help but think it would be fun. I didn’t realise then how lucky I was, that only came to me some time later as I walked home on Sunday. I knocked on the door and Angela called, “It’s open Mike. Put the latch on.” We would be on our own and not disturbed: I was beginning to get excited.

She was standing there in a dressing gown. Something I’d never seen her in before and I was surprised. She looked me up and down. Now I should say that I was wearing the same stuff as before. Not the smartest nor, I’m ashamed to say, the cleanest. I’d been laying about in it all day and I realise now that I must have looked pretty scruffy. The other thing I should mention is that I hadn’t had a bath since Thursday. We didn’t have showers in those days and bathing didn’t seem quite so important to a 16 year old who always had something better to do. Although it hadn’t bothered her earlier, Angela was about to change that and teach me a valuable lesson!

“Well young man,” she said with a smile. She did have a son as well so she knew what we were like! “First things first. Your first job is to make yourself presentable.” I raised my eyebrows and she smiled.

“I’ve run a bath for you upstairs. Go up and get in. Leave your clothes outside the door and I’ll deal with them. I’ve got some things for you to wear.” I must admit I thought this was strange, baths, clothes: perhaps I had got hold of the wrong end of the stick.

“Go on,” she said with a smile, sensing my puzzlement, “all will be explained later.” So I trotted upstairs to the bathroom, undressed and put my clothes outside the door. For some inexplicable reason I locked the bathroom door! Climbing in the bath I laid back and relaxed. Now a bath always induced interest from JT and a healthy wank usually followed but I thought that, tonight, I ought to lay off. Perhaps something else would happen.

I don’t know how long I lay there, not long I suppose, I was eager to find out what ‘jobs’ I had to do. I scrubbed myself clean, got out and dried myself then realised I didn’t have anything to wear! My clothes had gone from outside the door so I called to Angela.

“Errm, Mrs Green, errr Angela. I haven’t got any clothes.”

“They’re in here,” she called out, “in the bedroom.”

In the bedroom!! How was I to get there? Making the best of it because I was shy then about showing my body to her, I draped a hand towel around my waist and held it in place. In the bedroom she was sitting at her dressing table and she turned to look at me as I came in. Hell, was I embarrassed. Well I was naked in front of mum’s best friend and, despite the realisation that something important was going to happen, I was still shy.

She smiled at me. She looked gorgeous! More make-up than usual and her hair freshly groomed, she was wearing a white blouse, loose at the waist outside her skirt. She stood and I saw her skirt was loose as well, hanging from her hips and reaching mid-calf. She was wearing high heeled shoes (’bedroom slippers’ as I later found out). As I noticed her I realised that I was beginning a journey of discovery and JT did as well! She walked over to me and caressed my cheek.

“My but you are a beautiful young man,” she said with feeling.

Beautiful? No one had ever called me beautiful. I began to feel a little bit worried. She noticed and laughed, “Don’t be silly,” she said, “men and boys can be beautiful as well as women and you are, very beautiful indeed. Come over here.” She returned to be dressing table stool and sat down facing me.

“Come on,” she smiled, “don’t be shy.” I walked over to her realising that, by now, my cock was beginning to register the situation in which it found itself and was pushing the towel up. As I got there she reached for the towel and drew it away, “You don’t need that,” she said, “let me look at you properly.” Then she gazed into my eyes, “You can look at me properly later.”

Well that did it, JT shot to full attention now and I knew, just knew that if she touched me there I wouldn’t be able to hold back. This was such an exciting situation for a young man to be in and I had absolutely no control in those days. I think she must have realised how excited I was because she didn’t touch me there immediately. She just smiled and looked at my erection with a lick of her lips. I’ve written about eyes devouring a body and this is when I first saw it. Her eyes seemed to note every part of me, every muscle, every nuance of my body. Being looked at like that was very, very erotic.

Then she began to explore my body. Her hand ran down my, then hairless, chest and over my flat stomach until the start of my pubic hair. She was careful not to go any further just yet. Now my hips, she just ran her hands across my skin. The feeling was wonderful. Her hands seemed cool, although I suppose they must have been hot, and then caressed my thighs and right down to my knees.

“Oh you are lovely,” she said looking into my eyes, “turn round.”

Embarrassed still, and even more so now, I slowly turned. I didn’t realise then, (and I don’t have it now!) but she later told me I had a lovely arse. I know now that women are quite often attracted by the shape of a mans bottom: why I don’t know, perhaps it’s just natural, but I wasn’t aware then. I wasn’t aware either of the power a woman had over a man in playing with his arse. Mind you, I found out about that pretty quickly as well!

“Oh that is nice,” she said as she stroked down my back then across my buttocks and the cheeks of my bottom. I couldn’t believe it when I felt her hands part those cheeks and one finger drag across my bottom hole. Mind you, I did get the faintest feeling of what might happen if that finger lingered there, as JT got even harder, if that was possible. She seemed to linger on my arse for a long time, I now know why and I suppose, in some way that made me more interested later in hers.

Finally she spoke, “Turn round darling one,” she said softly, “let’s see if we can do anything for that lovely muscle of yours.” Stupid I know, but I wondered what she meant. I soon found out!

As I turned she leaned forward and looked closely at my cock. She seemed to be trying to fix it in her mind. “This is lovely,” she said looking up at me, “you know you’re quite big don’t you?” Well I was aware that I was larger than most but I didn’t feel I should boast.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Well you are and it really is a beautiful cock.” I blushed as she said this. I wasn’t expecting such language from her. She noticed.

“You mustn’t be frightened to use the right words Mike. Don’t be frightened to say what you think, call things by their name. It’s all right in the bedroom.”

I took a deep breath and looked down at her. It was so, so exciting seeing her there, her mouth inches from my cock. Then her cool hand grasped it like a racket handle and her mouth found the end. She began to masturbate me again and sucked. Well, the inevitable happened! Almost immediately I came, still managing to produce a fair sized load, which she swallowed just like before. This time JT softened quite quickly, well it was the third of the day, and she let go. She didn’t keep my spunk in her mouth this time, it was all swallowed straight away with a smile. Now she looked up at me, “My but you are a fertile young man too,” she said then added more seriously, “but we are going to have to teach you some control.” I wasn’t really aware of what she was talking about, ‘control’, what did that mean?

She saw my confusion and laughed, “I’ll explain everything as we go along,” she said, “your clothes are there.” She’d laid out a loose summer shirt, with slacks and something I’d never experienced before, silk underpants. When I put these on I realised how sensuous silk is next to the skin. My love of silk underwear stemmed from that day. They were also very loose with a large slit in the front: they wouldn’t get in the way, not that I realised that fact immediately!

I dressed and I felt very grown up. Looking at myself in her mirror I saw a smart, reasonably good looking young man. I always had a mop of rather unruly hair which none of the women in my life seemed to mind. Angela always said it gave me a ‘gamin’ look, cheeky and very attractive. I felt confident as I looked in the mirror but then Angela stood up beside me. She looked absolutely gorgeous. You have to understand that, in those days, we were brought up to think that women should have some flesh on them. The movie stars of the day, Marilyn Monroe, Ava Gardner, and the like were all well built and very, very shapely so that, for a boy, no young man, that was the ideal. Angela had that in spades! He body was shapely and the blouse and skirt she wore showed that. She must have felt my eyes on her reflection in the mirror as she stood next to me because she turned and looked back over her shoulder. Smiling, she said, “Well?”

Well indeed. Look, I gone to bed wanking over pictures of Marilyn Monroe for years, ever since I knew I could wank I suppose. If you’ve never seen pictures of her arse then you haven’t lived; she was almost perfection! The series of her in a swimsuit from quite early are wonderful.

From the back Angela was too. Her bottom was full, broad, and shapely and, looking at her reflection, with her looking over her shoulder, put me in mind of both Marilyn and my lady in suspenders. That was enough to cause serious interest by JT. Because of the looseness of both my slacks and underpants that became pretty obvious quickly.

She turned back and laughed as she looked down at my crotch, “My, my,” she said, “but you are strong aren’t you.”

I raised my eyebrows quizzically and she nodded down at JT. “It doesn’t take that long to recover does it?” Of course this embarrassed me no end and she laughed. “Don’t be silly,” she said, “I’m counting on it! Come on, let’s go downstairs and have a glass of wine together.”

This alone showed me that she was treating me as a grown up. I should mention wine really, mainly because it was not generally usual for working class people like us to drink wine in those days: beer and, occasionally, spirits yes, but wine very seldom. Our two families were different, primarily because of Stan, Angela’s late husband. He had been employed in the wine importing industry so it was always available in our two households. My mum allowed me to drink wine at a very young age and I had grown to enjoy it a great deal, and to have a fairly good tolerance. Usually however, at least for me as a young man, wine was taken with a meal, not socially. That was for adults. Mum and Angela would often drink a bottle on Sunday afternoons as they chatted and laughed. So Angela offering to drink wine with me socially like this clearly indicated my new status, a status that I realised and relished. I think she must have known all this and how I would feel. It was another way for her to show how grown up she considered me to be.

I followed her downstairs, into the kitchen and then the lounge. I must admit that I couldn’t keep my eyes of her bottom. The high heels of her ’shoes’ made her cheeks sway in a mesmerising fashion and my cock was definitely becoming interested again. I laugh now, he was an unruly beast in those early days but he was tamed in the end!

In the lounge she sat me in an arm chair, poured me a glass of wine, then sat opposite. As she sat and crossed her legs I got a glimpse of a stocking top, god she was sexy!

She smiled, obviously noticing my noticing of her, “Well young Michael,” she said, “you must be wondering what all that was about?”

I wasn’t really, I was quite happy to go where she told me and do what she wanted me too but I was surprised about the bath. “I didn’t expect to get into a bath,” I said somewhat shyly.

“No, knowing you boys,” she said with emphasis on the last word, “you don’t like bathing very much do you but,” she added with a smile, “a young man going to see a woman should always be well turned out.” Well, I said I’m not stupid so I immediately saw what she was getting at.

“You mean that I should always be clean and tidy when I see errrm, see you?”

“Yes,” she smiled, “when you see any woman. Well,” she added, “at least when you want to get to know them. Don’t worry too much when you come round here, the bath will always be there, but if you go out with a girl make yourself smart and presentable.” She smiled again, “Women like to think that their partner is taking some trouble.” There were a number of subtle messages here that hit me the next day. Mainly, she was saying that I should continue to go out with girls. I must admit that, by the end of this evening, I thought I wasn’t supposed to.

“Is that why I’m wearing these nice clothes?”

“Mmm,” she said, “if you feel good about yourself and how you look it’s likely she will as well. And you are a handsome young man you know, slim and athletic.” Of course this embarrassed me, “Don’t be silly, you mustn’t be embarrassed when you are complemented. Mike,” she went on more seriously, “know your good points and, and this is even more important, recognise your faults,” she smiled, “not that you’ve developed any really bad ones yet. Now, I want you to tell me about your experiences.” She fixed me with her eyes, “Have you done IT?”

“Errrmm, done what?” I said.

She laughed, “You know, you devil, have you had a girl yet?”

“Oh Angela!”

“Come on, don’t be silly, tell me. You have haven’t you?” She must have noticed my hesitation. “Have you?”

“Errm, no, no I haven’t. I errm,”

She smiled, “I know, bloody cricket! Have you had a girl touch it, that big beast of yours?”

I smiled shyly, “Yes, a couple.”

“Oh,” she said, “who were they?”

Now I’d never been one to brag about sex (mind you I didn’t have much to brag about!). Lots of the other boys told everybody what girls they’d had (or rather, in most cases, imagined they’d had) and what they had done with girls. I always thought most of it was fiction anyway so I never spoke about what I got up to with girls, not even to John, so now I wasn’t going to tell Angela.

“I don’t think I can say Angela, it wouldn’t be right.” Now she surprised me. She got up and kissed my forehead.

“Good,” she said, “a gentleman never betrays a woman’s confidence, I’m proud of you. Now, have you felt some tits?”

I was easier now, her saying that about not telling had made me confident, “Yes,” I said with a smile, “only a couple of girls but yes.” I looked in her eyes, “They felt nice!”

“Rascal,” she laughed. “What about kisses, I bet a handsome young man like you gets lots of kisses.”

Well I did actually. As I said, I rarely had trouble finding a dance partner or someone to go out with and I nearly always kissed my girlfriends. Well not girlfriends really, just partners. “Mmm,” I said smiling, “but none of them are like the last two with you.”

“I should hope not,” she said with a satisfied smile then she downed her glass of wine and said, “Come on, I need you upstairs!”

Not sure what she meant, I finished mine and followed her beautiful broad bottom up the stairs. She led me straight into her bedroom and, as soon as we were in, she turned and faced me. In her special slippers she was only a couple of inches shorter than me so our faces were almost level. I looked at her and I knew what she wanted. Her mouth was just open and her eyes were full, with what I didn’t know then, but I judged she wanted to be kissed. I suppose that nature takes it’s course because I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, fixing her mouth with mine as she offered it to me. It was a long kiss that stirred feelings deep in my loins. Her arms had enclosed me as we kissed and her hands wandered all over my back, even over my bottom.

She pulled away then another kiss, even longer and more passionate. I was having difficulty controlling myself by now, my cock was bursting against my slacks. Quick I know, but you must understand that I was being kissed by a woman now, not some inexperienced girl, and this woman knew how to kiss! I think we must have gone on like this for a few minutes, just breaking to breathe: it was fabulous. That you could get so much pleasure from a simple kiss!

Finally she pulled away. Breathlessly she said, “My, my, that was good but I need you now, quickly.” With that she laid back on her bed and looked in my eyes, “Take your slacks off,” she said in a sultry and throaty voice. I know now that she was very, very hot just then and needed some release. I did learn how difficult it had been for her to go slowly in the afternoon and earlier.

Her manner and her voice didn’t really allow for any hesitation on my part. It was an order, peremptory I know, but I had to do as she asked. My slacks dropped to the floor and JT, now released, sprang out of the loose silk drawers. “Oh yes,” she said, “come here.” Again I had no choice but to comply, not that I wanted to refuse of course. I had a fair idea of what was going to happen here, my worry was would I know what to do.

As I moved forward to the bed she opened her legs and her skirt rode up. She was knickerless! My breath almost stopped. I saw her, saw her femininity, her pussy (although I didn’t call it that then). I think I panicked because she quickly said, “Don’t worry, kneel in between. Mike, you’ll be OK.” I think she realised what my major fear would be. It wasn’t that I’d cum too soon, it was that I wouldn’t do it properly, but she was leading me through.

I knelt as she lifted her skirt higher. I didn’t notice then but she was wearing stockings and suspenders. Lucky I suppose because I probably would have shot my bolt too early had I noticed.

“Come up,” she said easing herself closer to me, “now lean forward. Take your weight on your arms.” I did and I felt the fuzz of her pubic hair on the end of my cock. As I look back on that moment I realise that I must have understood about holding back. It seemed important somehow, to ensure that I ‘performed’ to her expectations because expect something she certainly did. It must have been difficult for her, waiting there with her ‘engine’ running at full blast having to tutor a complete learner.

I felt her hand reach down between us and grasp my cock. I tried to think of something else because I was so, so close to my fourth of the day. I was thankful for the previous three because I’m sure I wouldn’t have held out had it not been for them. She moved my cock across her sex, I could feel the wet warmth of her. Then she had me in place and she let out a great sigh, her first orgasm as I later found out.

She managed a very weak, “Push Mike, push.” Nature showed the way. I knew what to do and I filled her up in one go. She wasn’t loose and it was like putting my cock into heaven. What is it about the vagina that feels so good? Her reaction was another deep sigh and a shiver that rippled across her whole body.

“Oh god yes,” she said, “move Mike, darling man, move.” I was stock still, revelling in the feeling of her love channel. Her words brought me back. ‘Man’ she had said! I had to live up to that. I knew I had to do something so I started. Back and forth, back and forth. I know now that there wasn’t much style but it was my first time after all. The feelings in my cock and balls were unbelievable. How could I ever wank again after this? Amazingly I didn’t cum straight away. Now this may sound silly but I think I was so surprised at the feelings that it allowed me to hold back. As I fucked her, Angela was moaning, her body shuddering regularly. I didn’t understand then what was happening to her, only that it was good. That pleased me, that I could do this for her but now, as I looked down at her glowing face, I realised that I was about to let go. Luckily, so was she.

She reached up and pulled my lips to hers. Her mouth devoured mine and her legs came up and trapped me deep inside her. It was my first experience of possession by a woman. A wonderful feeling but it can be a touch intimidating. Women in the throes of orgasm seem to be so powerful, so capable of anything. Throughout my life, as I’ve experienced this, I’ve sympathized with the male Black Widow Spider who is eaten by his mate after fertilising her.

All this movement was enough and I loosed my load inside her. At the same time her vagina pumped my cock, milking it of it’s life-giving seed. I could hardly move, so tightly did she hold me but I suddenly realised that I wasn’t wearing anything, no French Letter (that’s what we called condoms where I came from – don’t ask me why. I’ll call them condoms from now on.). I couldn’t do anything about it until she let me go and then it would be too late. I didn’t know about female birth control then. There was no pill of course but I later found that there were other things, other ways.

Finally, she let me go and I pulled my softening cock from her glorious heaven. I rolled to the side and lay there contemplating what had happened. Was that what it was like, rushed, quick, and all over so quickly – little did I know. I was so, so lucky that I had a teacher! I think the power of her orgasms must have tired Angela out and she needed a little rest before she recovered. She told me later that she have orgasmed four or five times while I fucked her. Incidentally, FUCK is a word that has been much abused. A good word that describes a perfectly natural function. I will use it in that manner, it’s sad it is considered only as a swear word.

So we both lay there for a few minutes in our own little worlds. Me amazed at the feelings of my first orgasm with a woman and her just recovering from her first male inspired orgasms for a long time. After a while she rolled over and looked down at me, the only time she did this I might add. She said that it was a man’s job to do this and look down on his partner! She smiled a big satisfied smile.

“That was lovely,” she said, “you did very, very well.” She knew, I think, that I did need some encouragement. Us males can quite easily get bothered about our performance. I think it’s something some women find difficult to believe.

I smiled back at her, “I can’t believe it,” I said, “it was so much better than . . .”

She laughed, “Better than a quick wank over your book?”

I blushed, would you believe, blushed after that, then I realised she was teasing, “Mmm,” I said, “much better.”

“Good,” she said with a sexy smile, “that means you’ll want to do it again?”

Well, I was young then and yes I know, I’d already cum four times but I knew I was good for some more – so did she it seems! “Oh yes,” I said but then I realised about not wearing a condom. That at least, I knew was important. “Angela,” I said sheepishly, “Angela I wasn’t wearing anything.” Now I was embarrassed but she didn’t let me off the hook. That was something she taught me early, don’t be afraid to talk about sex with your partner. Don’t hide things, say what you like, what you don’t like and don’t be afraid to PLAY!

She laughed, “You were wearing your underpants,” she said jokingly, forcing me to explain.

“No, no,” I said, “oh, you know, I wasn’t wearing a Frenchie, you’ll get pregnant.”

“That’s nice,” she said and I wondered what she meant, “but you don’t have to worry. My period starts on Monday so it’ll be all right.” Well I had some vague idea about women’s ‘problems’ but, honestly, I didn’t know what she was talking about. It must have been obvious. She laughed at my puzzlement, “I suppose you don’t have any idea what I’m talking about do you?” she said.

“No,” I said, “what’s a ‘period’?”

She caressed my cheek, “I can see that we’re going to have to do some theoretical work here,” she said with a smile, “before we get back to the practical! Now,” she carried on, “I need to tidy myself up,” she pecked my cheek, “you are a very fertile young man you know. I think I’ll have to get a supply of Durex!” Durex were the main suppliers of condoms in those days and the name was used rather like Hoover for vacuum cleaners. “Get dressed and make me a drink, some wine and lemonade I think, there’s some ice in the fridge.” She laughed, “You have one as well, it’ll cool us both down.”

So saying she left for the bathroom. I watched her bottom sway as she left the room and, oh the joys of youth, started to get hard again! Downstairs I made the drinks, feeling very grown up I might add, and waited in the lounge until Angela came down.

“Mmm,” she said with a smile, “I need this. That was pretty exciting Michael, I hope you enjoyed it.”

“Oh Angela, yes. Hell it was marvellous.”

She smiled again, “And it will get better,” she said as downed her drink.

“Better?” I couldn’t believe that it would get any better than what I’d just experienced.

“Yes,” she said, “better, much, much better when you learn how to do it properly.” She must have seen my face fall as I thought I hadn’t performed to her satisfaction. “Now, now,” she said caressing my cheek, “don’t get disheartened. You were fine. It was lovely for me as well. You’ll learn as we go along and it will get better.” She laughed, “It’s like most things. Practice makes perfect!” That made me laugh.

“Will I get practice?” I asked naively.

“Oh yes you dear young man, you’ll get plenty of practice.” Of course I didn’t realise then that a woman of Angela’s age can sometimes be at the peak of her sexual desires. I found that out as we went along however. “Now,” she said in a more businesslike fashion, “I think I need to tell you a little bit about women,” and she proceeded to tell all about menstruation and the associated problems.

“Does that mean that you don’t, you know, do IT then?”

“Michael, say what you mean.”

“That you don’t have sex then, don’t want it?” I know that sounds very bold but I was learning wasn’t I?

“No it doesn’t,” she said with a smile, “I like it then but that’s in the future,” she added, “I don’t think you’re quite ready for that just yet.” Of course that only whetted my appetite. What could she possibly mean?

Now she changed the subject, wanting me again I think. It had been a long time for her and she was almost insatiable over that night. “Come over here and sit next to me,” she said from the settee, so I did. “Now,” she went on leaning over to kiss my cheek, “let me see if I can interest you in my tits.” I must have looked shocked again but she took my hand and rested it on one of her lovely boobs. “You’ve felt the young version,” she said with a laugh, “now play with the real thing!”

I laughed as well and gently squeezed her breast. “Mmm, that’s nice. Open my blouse.” I did and saw her lovely chest supported by her bra. I stroked the exposed part of her boobs then she whispered, “You can kiss them if you want.” Well I didn’t know it but now I did, I wanted to, wanted to a lot. I bent my head to her chest and just licked the skin, savouring the taste of her. Her skin was smooth and slightly salty. While I was doing this her hands came up to my head and she held me gently there as she stroked my hair.

“Oh that’s nice, yes. Now darling, reach round and undo the bra.” She leant forward and I reached round fumbling. “It just unclips.” Great, it did – I wish they were all as easy! Of course, then I found out just how difficult bra’s can be because she had to help me ease her blouse off before I could loose the bra completely. I must say I was champing at the bit, I couldn’t wait to see her tits properly, remember I’d never seen them for real before so this was a first. Hers lived up to my expectation!

She was not a young woman so, obviously, her boobs sagged a bit, but not much. They were fairly firm and had the most marvellous nipples. Large, almost as big as a hazelnut, atop a wonderfully coloured areola. I think that this is where my love of large nipples first arose. Bending my head back down I continued to kiss and lick these wonderful creations of mother nature. Strange isn’t it. We start by sucking at them and then, as we grow, we can’t wait to get back to doing it again!

“The nipples Mike, the nipples!” she said breathlessly. So I moved to first one, then the other. Kissing them first, I then sucked gently on them. Oh how bloody marvellous they felt in my mouth.

“Use your tongue Michael, your tongue!” Another breathless request. It must have been difficult for her to teach as we went along! So, heeding her request, I sucked and, at the same time used my tongue to wash her nipples, first one then the other. I realised, I think, that I had to attend to both so, after a while, when I left one with my mouth I used my fingers to massage the other. She seemed to enjoy this.

I don’t know how long I worshipped her there. I was dimly aware of the occasional shudder that rocked her body and of her hands holding my head gently to her breast. After a while she was ready to move on. “Your hand Mike darling, put it between my legs.” I raised my head from her tits and looked at her. She was perspiring now, glowing I suppose you would say, and her eyes were heavily lidded, sensual – although I only learned to recognise that look later.

“No, darling, don’t stop kissing and sucking. Just use your hand.” I moved my hand to her knee then upwards, drawing her skirt at the same time. I remembered then that she hadn’t worn any knickers before and my excitement level increased.

“Oh yes, that’s right. Yes, oh yes.” My hand had found out that she was wearing them now. They were wet: I was to find out why later!
“Oh you devil, yes. Stroke me there, oh yes. Push now. Oh fuck yes. Push – suck my tits.” So I did, bending my head to feast again at the same time as stroking and pushing at her pussy. I didn’t really know what I was doing down there but she seemed to enjoy it.

“Move your hand inside. Oh god, yes, yes, yes!” I felt her heat, her wetness and was suddenly excited myself. She bucked now and I knew something important was happening. She hadn’t explained about the female orgasm but my hand was suddenly soaked with her juices. My cock was hard throughout all this but, strangely, not close to cumming. I suppose I was fascinated by what was happening to her.

Finally, I suppose her orgasm passed and she pushed my head and my hand away. “Mmm,” she said with a lovely smile, “that was good, very good indeed.” Then she reached down and felt my cock. “Good,” she said with another smile, “still charged! Come on, bed time!”

This surprised me, go to bed. It was already late and I felt I should be getting back home to mum. See if she was OK. Bloody silly really, of course she was OK but, you see, now I was a ‘man’ I felt responsible for her.

“What about mum, I can’t leave her on her own. She’s expecting me back.”

She smiled as she tidied herself up, “It’s OK Mike, she knows you’ll be staying here all night. She’ll be fine. Come on, I need to get you into bed!” she said as she led me upstairs.

This seemed OK to me, if Angela said mum was OK then it was all right and I was mesmerised by her gorgeous arse as I followed her. Truth to tell, I couldn’t wait. I wanted to get my cock back into that wonderful heaven between her legs!

When we got to the bedroom she turned to face me and began to undo my shirt. “I don’t think we need any clothes now Michael,” she said as she stripped it off. Then my trousers and underpants. I kicked my slippers off. “Your turn,” she said with a coquettish glance, “strip me off!” She’d put her blouse back on but not her bra so soon her boobs were free. Not being familiar, then, with female attire I couldn’t find the catch for her skirt but she helped me out and that soon fell to the floor. She turned me round and sat me on the bed. Now my head was nearly level with her sex. “Knickers now,” she said with a smile.

I took a deep breath and a gulp. I was going to see it, see it properly because earlier I’d only got a quick look. Putting a hand each side I slowly pulled them down. JT went into overdrive, shooting to full stretch straight away. I pulled them down and she stepped out and stood there in front of me, legs slightly parted. Women didn’t tend to shave in those day but she was trimmed, I noticed, and you could see the lips of her vagina – not that I knew it as that then. She was beautiful, wonderful.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, awestruck by the femininity.

“Thank you,” she said softly. I had to touch her, to feel her body, so I did the same to her that she’d done to me earlier. I ran my hands over her breasts and stomach, then felt the shape of her body, running my hands over her hips. I knew what I wanted and for the first time I told her what to do.

“Turn round,” I said. I was boiling. I wanted to see her arse. If it was anything like the view from the front, christ, I’d cum just looking. She must have known that, realising early I think that I had a bottom fixation.

Smiling, she said, “No, you young hellion. That’s for later if you are a really good boy,” then she pushed me back and fell on the bed beside me. “You’re going to fuck me now,” she said, “fuck me long and hard with that lovely cock of yours.” I must have looked surprised. “But this time we’re going to take it a little slower.” She laid on her back, “Now,” she said, “lay beside me. No, on your side. That’s right, now you can look down on me.” I realised what she wanted and it was natural. Laying on my side, my head resting on one arm, I could look down at her face and her whole body. I never forgot that position. It became my starting point for making love to a woman in bed.

“You’ve got a free hand,” she said with a smile, “use it!” So I did, stroking her face, her neck, and then her breasts. “Mmm,” she said, “doesn’t take you long to learn does it?”

“No,” I said with a smile, then leant forward and kissed her mouth, her cheeks, and her neck. “You’re so lovely,” I said and I meant it. She was. She was my first woman and I never forgot her. Oh, of course she wasn’t that good looking, I’m no fool, but she was the first and she was bloody good!

“And you are a lovely young man. I’m very lucky,” she said with a smile then she reached down for my cock. “Mmm,” she said, “I see he’s on parade again?”

I took a deep breath, “Can we, you know, again?” I just wanted to get my cock back into that wonderful tunnel between her legs.

“You want to fuck me again do you?” I blushed. “Silly! Say it. I told you. Don’t be afraid to say anything in here. Anything you want. If I can give it to you I will.” I didn’t realise the import of that just then either!

Nervously I said, “Angela, I want to fuck you again, can I?”

Smiling, she said, “Of course you can but first you must suck my tits for a bit and use your fingers down there. You can explore if you like.” So I did. My left hand crept across her stomach and to the delicate bush of her pubic hair. Naturally my hand covered her sex and my middle finger the slit of her vagina.

“Mmm, nice. Rub gently. Mmm, good. That middle finger, yes, that one. Yes, push it . . . . innnnnnnn. Oh yes, yes. Move, move. Mmm, that’s nice. Tits now,” she said. My head moved to her boobs and nipples, sucking and licking.

“Mmm, nice. Yes. Ohhhhhhh, that’s good,” she said as I moved my fingers across her pussy. Delving further down I felt another indentation and pushed. It felt tiny, tiny and tight. It was her arsehole but, of course, I didn’t know that then.

“Oooooooooo, naughty boy! Back up – that’s for later.” I had no idea what she meant but I did as I was told and went back to her pussy, pushing my middle finger inside. “Mmm, in and out. Yes that’s right, yes. Bite them Mike, bite them and dra . . . . g, oh shit, yes drag your teeth over the . . . . m. Oooohhhhh yes, yes,” she moaned followed by a shudder. Another orgasm!

After a while she came down from her high and, lifting my head in her hands, said, “Time for your fun now. In between my legs, come on. That’s right,” she continued as I moved between her open legs, “just kneel for a minute.” I think she needed a moment or two to catch her breath but it was useful for her tutoring! “Look at me Mike, look down.” Now I know it sounds silly but I didn’t look at her – I was shy! Now I did and, of course, got a completely different view from before when she stood.

I could see the shape of her sex, her vagina glistening wet with her juices and, as she opened her legs further and bent her knees, inside as the vagina widened. It was fascinating and below, well below was her arsehole, her anus, her back door. I realised that that must have been what I found with my finger. Even then, so inexperienced, I had a dark desire.

Now, of course, looking back at my life I wonder. Was I born with this desire? Was there something about me? Was it just that photograph. I don’t know. I often wondered whether it was a homosexual thing but, to be perfectly truthful, I’ve never looked at a man, or boy come to that, and felt any sexual attraction. My focus has always been on women and, I won’t say sadly but it has bothered me sometimes, primarily on their bottoms and their back doors. I’ve had anal sex with almost every women I’ve ever been with, and I’ve tried it with them all. A few wouldn’t have it: size can be a disadvantage in anal sex! Most enjoyed it when it was done with care and consideration. I know I did.

Anyway, this dark desire just now was not really focussed. I just enjoyed looking at the star with the fair ring of muscle remembering how it felt around my finger. Angela drew me from my reverie. She thought that I was looking at her pussy. She laughed, “Wake up,” and she reached for my proudly standing cock. “Now for some practical lessons in fucking,” she said with a smile. “Take you cock in your right hand and don’t you dare wank,” she laughed. “If you shoot off before you get inside I’ll tan your arse.” I does show how fixated on bottoms I was because I thought that would be quite good, particularly if she was wanking my cock at the same time!

“Good,” she said as I did as I was told. “Now, lean forward, take your weight on your left arm. You mustn’t smother a woman, Michael, well not unless she asks you to. It’s much better for you both if you hold off.” My eyes were level with hers now and I could feel the gentlest touch of her pubic hair on my cock head. “Mmm, you are doing well. Now use your hand to move your cock up and down along my snatch (another English word for c - - -). Oooohhhhh yes, that’s nice, mmm. Yes! Ooops! That’s right,” she said as my cock found it’s way in. I was ready now to do as before, just plunge right in to the hilt but she was having none of it.

“Don’t you move now! STILL!” Now I was like a car revving with the brakes on. “Good, oh that’s nice. You’ve got to give me time to enjoy it,” she said with a smile. “Mmm, nice. Now move, SLOWLY! Back and forth, gently. Oh, oh, oh, yes. Mmmmmm.” She took a deep breath, “Oh yes you devil, that IS good. Now a little deeper, yes, a bit more. STOP!” This was agony, real agony for me but it did have the effect of enabling me to hold on to my orgasm. I was concentrating on listening to her and on pleasing her. It was the most valuable lesson I ever learnt I think! Slowly, slowly, entering a woman like this, certainly sometimes, prolongs her enjoyment, so Angela told me in those early days. It also meant, and still means, that I could hold on to my ejaculation. Not so much of a problem then but over the years I have needed to ‘keep my powder dry’ as my ability to recover has diminished.

This tutoring went on until I was fully inside Angela and I could feel her pubic hairs nestling with mine. The feeling was exquisite, wet and warm but a wetness and a warmth unlike anything else. I suppose we’re designed to experience this, I don’t know. I only know that the vagina feels like nothing else, and I can say that even though I prefer the rectum!

“Oh, that’s very good, good. Now,” she said fixing me with her eyes, “fuck the arse off me you young stallion but don’t you shoot to soon. I want you to last a while.” So I did. I was young, I was healthy, and I was fit. I thought of anything rather than what I was doing at that moment as I moved in and out of her body. My batting averages, my bowling action, Surry beating Middlesex. On and on, I don’t know how long I managed but it wore Angela out! Most of the time she was moaning things like, “Oh yes, you devil. Yes, keep doing it. Harder, harder!” Evidently she had three major orgasms while I fucked her that second time. Finally she pulled my head down and kissed me hard on the lips. Her hands went round my bottom and a finger probed my arsehole and pushed inside.

SHIT, oh my god, what a feeling.

It was a if she’d lit a firecracker in my balls. I fucked into her so hard that I moved her up the bed and, as she finger fucked my tight arsehole, I shot my spunk into her. Considering it was, I can’t remember, my fifth of the day, I came for ages. All the time she was in my arse. Finally I was spent and she let me go. I rolled of her breathless and, I was surprised at this, absolutely knackered. Not so knackered that I didn’t want to hold her however, hold her and thank her for that short piece of heaven that she was introducing me to. I knew then that I’d never wank again; nothing could replace the feelings I’d had this evening.

“Oh Angela, Angela, I don’t know what to say.” She held me back and laughed, boy did she have some stamina but she had been without for a long time and I have found that women do have more stamina than me.

“Don’t say anything. Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh god yes. When you, you know . . .”

“Stuck my finger up your arse? You can say it you know.”

I smiled beginning to understand that this language was itself sexy and exciting, “Yes, when you stuck your finger up my arse, it was unbelievable. I thought my, you know, were going to explode.” I just couldn’t get used to using the words first!

She laughed, “Your balls I suppose you mean?”

“Yes, I thought my balls would explode. Is it always like that when you do that?”

“Mmm,” she said, “sticking a finger up a man’s arse always makes him cum. It’s to do with the prostate,” she added although it meant nothing to me then. I understand soon enough! With that she started to kiss me again, as I said she was rather insatiable that night. Now her tongue insinuated itself into my mouth and found mine. I didn’t need any teaching here, mine entwined with hers and they danced together. I felt her hand round my cock which, and I am ashamed to say this, did not immediately respond. Well, come on, five times and the last, well: it was bloody powerful.

“Mmm,” she said with a smile, “absent on parade!” I was distraught. I’d let her down. I’m sure she didn’t feel that and, anyway, she knew she could raise the young stallion again!

“Looks like you need a tongue bath,” she said with a smile, “lie back.” She pushed me back on the bed and knelt beside me, head level with my cock. Then she was bending forward and I could feel her tongue licking my soft cock. “Mmm, you taste nice,” she said. I suppose she could taste herself, cum, and precum. She seemed to like it because soon my whole cock was in her mouth: although not for long because I started to harden quickly. She pulled her mouth away but continued to stroke my cock and tickle my balls.

“Last one for tonight I think. Keep yourself hard,” she said as she turned face down on the bed. She parted her legs, stuck her bottom in the air, and bent her legs. I lay there looking at her wondering what came next.

“I think you might like this,” she said with a smile, “kneel up behind me.”

I did and I nearly shot my load. God she was gorgeous. Her arse, oh fuck her arse was magnificent. “Don’t you dare shoot,” she said, “you’ve got to fuck me yet. God we’re going to have to wear you out before you start exploring back there aren’t we.” She laughed, “Come on then, just like when you look at your picture, stick it in and fuck me. Enjoy yourself, you’ll be a long time.”

I leaned forward and looked at her bottom. Enormous bottom cheeks separated by that exquisite valley of pleasure. Her arsehole looking tight and tiny above her very wet vagina. Strange desires were surfacing inside me as I looked down at her like this, as they always did, but not strange now.

“Quickly,” she said breathlessly, “fuck me!”

I did. My cock found her sex from the back and remembering her earlier lesson I took my time entering her. She was right, although I was excited I didn’t seem near to cumming. I suppose it was the sixth time after all. As I rocked back and forth inside that cavern of pleasure I couldn’t help looking at her anus, her arsehole. It would flex as I fucked her, opening the tiniest amount as I drove home, then closing. I just had to touch it. It was awkward to do it with my finger so I used my thumb just touching the entrance at first.

Angela felt it straight away. “You devil, oh you young devil!” I pulled my thumb away. I thought I’d upset her. “Oh no young man, now you’ve found it don’t ignore it. Wet your thumb. Mmm, that’s right. Gently now, circle . . . oh yes, yes.” I was used my wet thumb to circle the rim of her anus watching it flex as I fucked her. Now I knew I had to put my thumb in there so, as I drove home and her anus opened a tiny bit I pushed my thumb into her.

“Oh fuck, fuck. Yes, more you devil, oh fuck yes!” Before I knew it she’d pushed herself back even harder and had half my thumb up her arse.

“All, push it all in. Your thumb. Oh fuck, Mike, yes, work it now, work it. Aaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh,” she moaned as I pushed harder with both cock and thumb and a massive orgasm rocked her body. Her vagina contracted and what with that and the exquisite pressure on my thumb, I shot my sixth load of the day into her. Not so much this time but it was just as wonderful. I had this sudden thought, where it came from I don’t know – how could I? What would it be like if my cock was where my thumb was. I didn’t have time to think about this because Angela fell to her bed in an almost daze. I quickly lay beside her.

“Angela, Angela, oh I’m sorry. Are you all right. I didn’t know. Oh Angela.” I was distraught, I thought I’d hurt her or something.

She reached for me, “Come here you young devil. You darling creature. Oh my god, you are wonderful!” and with that she started kissing my face, my neck, my eyes. “You are a hellion,” she said as she caught her breath. She must have noticed my puzzlement and she smiled, “You know how you felt when I put my finger in your arse?” she said. I nodded. “Well it was like that for me when you put yours in mine!”

“You didn’t mind?”

“Oh fuck no! I didn’t mind.” Now she fixed me with her eyes. “Did you like it?”

“Mmm,” I said thinking she meant the position, “fucking you like that was lovely.”

“No,” she said, “I meant your thumb in my arse?” Now I wasn’t sure how to answer this. Of course I’d liked it, it felt fabulous and I couldn’t but wonder how my cock would feel there but, well, I didn’t know did I?. “Come on,” she smiled, “you can tell me.” I suspect she knew really, “Don’t be shy.”

“Yes,” I said, “yes. I liked it a lot. It was tight,” I finished breathlessly because, believe it of not, I was getting excited again. Mind you only me this time, JT was out of it now, finished, unable to function without a bit of a rest.

She cuddled up to me, kissed me, then said, “Would you like to do it there?”

Again I didn’t understand, naïve twerp! “I . . . err, I’m not sure what you mean.”

She took a deep breath and smiled. I think it was exciting her as well. “Would you like to stick your cock up my arse?”

Oh god, yes, fucking yes I would BUT. “Isn’t that what queers do?”

“Mmm, I suppose it is,” she said with a smile, “sometimes anyway.”

“I’m not queer,” I said in a deep voice.

She laughed out loud, “No, no,” she said still laughing, “after this evenings performance I don’t think we’ll ever think you are. Anyway, it’s not what you do that defines that, it’s who you do it with. Seriously,” she continued fixing me with her eyes, “would you like to stick your cock up my arse?”

I swallowed, took a deep breath, and said, “Yes Angela, yes I would. I would love to do that but . . . ” I looked down at a struggling JT.

She laughed again, “I think he deserves a rest don’t you.” She kissed me. “You are a bold young man Michael and you will have my arse, as often as you like, but not just yet. There are a couple more lessons before you get there. Still,” she ended with a smile, “it’s something to look forward to isn’t it? Come on devil, let’s wash each other and get some sleep.” She grasped my tackle, “Perhaps he’ll be on duty in the morning?”

Mmm, I thought, he usually is. I almost always awoke with an enormous hard-on in those days so I hoped that Angela wasn’t going to be disappointed! So we adjourned to the bathroom where I washed her pussy. That was an experience, and she washed my cock. I enjoyed that as well. Now, of course, I went to John’s room to go to bed.

“No,” she said, “silly. You sleep in here now,” and she led me back into her bedroom.

“Errrmm, what about John?”

“He won’t be here when you are will he?” I must have looked puzzled. “Come on Michael, you’re not that stupid!”

“Oh,” I said suddenly falling in. He wouldn’t be would he, he’d be with mother.

“Come on dunce, bed! And sleep!” So we did and I slept like a log. I did dream; of tits, of lovely eyes, of that wonderful view from the back, and of a tight little star with a ring of muscle.
I awoke to a wonderful feeling between my legs. Soft hands were stroking a massive morning erection. Opening my eyes I looked down to see Angela kneeling at my side, stark naked, playing with my cock. One hand gently wanked my erection whilst the other tickled and stroked my balls. What a way to wake up!

“Morning Michael, you rapscallion. What do you call this?” she asked nodding down at my tool.

I laughed picking up her light hearted manner, something else I learned in those early days: sex is FUN and it should be treated as such. “I think it’s called ‘piss proud’,” I said with a smile, “It’s like that most mornings.”

“Oh it is, is it,” she said with a smile, “perhaps I ought to come round and wake you up every morning!”

“That would be nice,” I said getting into the spirit.

“Mmm, it would but not really practical. People might talk and we can’t have that.” I don’t think she meant it as such but I saw it as a warning that our liaison must remain the secret of the four of us. Camberwell wasn’t really ready for this sort of thing just yet. “Now, to business,” she said with a smile and she concentrated back on my cock and my hardening balls.

She gently wanked me very slowly, first with one hand then with both. It was heaven! She had this way of stopping when she thought I was about to cum that kept me hard for ages.

“Can you go twice straight away?” she said eyes wide open in anticipation.

Well, I knew I could in the mornings. The first cum would be quick with not much spunk, the second longer and with more. It was a morning thing. “Yes,” I said with a smile, “yes, twice is easy!” Ah me, the confidence of youth!

“You rascal,” she smiled as she bent her head and kissed my cock head. “Mmm, this is the best lollipop I’ve eaten in a long time,” she said as she licked up and down the shaft, “lovely!” Then her tongue probed the end, poking in the tiny pee-hole and licking all round before her mouth engulfed the head and bathed it in her warm saliva. Her tongue continued it’s work inside her mouth as she worked my cock deeper inside. Soon four inches were invading her mouth and I was beginning to move with her as her mouth and hands worked their magic.

“Oh Angela, soon, soon.”

“Mmm,” was her only response before orgasm hit.

“Oh god, fuck, sorry. Oh shit,” was all I could manage as she tried to suck almost non-existent spunk from my cock. It was piss proud you see, and sometimes it’s almost painful to cum like that. The pleasure was intense because, I think, it was so close to hurting. She stopped sucking quickly, realising I think, the problem but she kept wanking me gently.

Of course I didn’t go down, just remained at the regulation 8½ inches standing proud. “Oh you lovely man,” she said then she smiled and squatted over my body, “my turn now!” and holding my cock upright, she lowered herself down on me.

“Oh Angel . . . a, oh god,” I said as my cock was captured by her warm, wet sheath. “Oh fuck!” By now she was halfway down or, to put it another way, I was halfway inside her.

“Fuck yes indeed,” she said with a marvellous smile and a deep breath as she sank down the rest of the way. “Oh shit, you are a big boy. Oh fucking hell but that’s gooooooooooood!!” Now she leant forward and started to bounce up and down on me. I know now that most women get a particular buzz out of being on top but I must say that, of all the positions, I find it the least enjoyable – even for anal sex! Now, however, this was new: the first time, so I did enjoy it. Most of all, I think, I enjoyed watching Angela lose herself in her orgasm (her first that is!). She was really just using me, my cock, to pleasure herself. I didn’t mind in the least, hell she had certainly pleasured me enough. To see her enjoying me so much gave me a buzz. Not so much a sexual one, although that was there as well, more just a happy realisation that I, me, Mike, was the instrument of her pleasure.

That was another lesson I learnt early on: that you can get as much pleasure out of watching your partner enjoy themselves as getting pleasure yourself. To bring my partner to orgasm, even without doing so for myself, brought me pleasure from that date. It was a valuable lesson.

So Angela bounced up and down and orgasmed but she didn’t get off. She wasn’t finished yet. To give herself a different feeling I suppose she now leant backwards, taking her weight on her arms, and started bouncing again. This was fun, different because my cock was at a different angle. It wasn’t long before she was going again.

“Oh you wonderful young man. Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!” I was moving with her now, trying to thrust into her as she thrust down and it was having an effect because she quickly came again, this time flooding my pubes with liquid. I thought she might finish now. I was enjoying it, the sensation on my cock was wonderful but, being piss proud, I was unlikely to cum without direct stimulation. Well, she provided stimulation now all right.

She pulled herself upright and looked into my eyes. She knew, I think, that cumming for me would be difficult – she was aware of the problem but she had an answer. Lifting herself slightly she swivelled right round on my cock and faced away. Then she leant forward and began to bounce again.

I nearly came straight away. There, in front of my eyes, was her bottomhole, as before opening slightly as she pushed down. She knew, she knew the effect this would have on me. Looking over her shoulder she said, “Wet your finger Michael. You know what to do with it!” She continued to bounce up and down. In just that moment I wished she was bouncing up and down with my cock in her arse but now I sucked my middle finger and presented it to her arsehole.

“Oh you devilish cad,” she said, “oh yes stick it in there you rascal. Oh Goooo oooo d. Yes!! Oh you devil!! Stick it right in. Yes, yes, deeeeeeeeeper. Aaaaggghhhh. Oh you bastard you. Oh fuck. Yes fuck my arsehole with your finger, fuck my cunt with your cock!!” That was the only time I ever heard her use that word, just shows how hot she was.

Well, it was too much for me. I just let go and my spunk shot past whatever block there might have been and filled her. She must have felt it because she screamed just then. It seemed she had an orgasm far stronger that the others. She did, she told me some time later, but that was because she liked being fucked in the arse and my finger there had brought her on no end.

She fell forward on the bed, my limp dick laying pathetically sideways on my loins. Then she crawled up level with me. “My word but you are a very quick learner. That was good, very good.” She smiled, “I can see that we’re going to have to introduce that lovely cock of yours to my arse after my period aren’t we?” I had a lump in my throat. I knew, just knew, that that was going to be something very, very good.

I only managed to nod ‘yes’ and she smiled, “I’ve got this idea that you’re going to like that! Now let’s freshen up then you can make me a cup of tea while I cook you a man’s breakfast!” I felt great, ‘a man’s breakfast’ she had said, a man! And I was bloody hungry I can tell you! So I relieved the pressure on my bladder, dressed, and went downstairs to make the tea, incongruous I know but that was what it was like.

Angela came down about twenty minutes later. I was sitting at the table in the kitchen and she came up behind and hugged me, “Bad news I’m afraid,” she said with a smile. “You’ll have to wait a week for more ‘jobs’.”

I laughed, “Give me a chance to recover.”

She laughed back, “I don’t think you need that long you randy rascal you! Do you want your book back to tide you over?”

I turned in the chair and reached for her, pulling her mouth down onto mine, “Not on you life,” I said as I drew away, “but I would like to see you wearing stockings and suspenders.”

She laughed out loud, “My, bloody my,” she said, “but you are a cheeky bugger. OK,” she carried on, “I will but I bet you cum before you get anywhere near me!” She was right, I did! But more of that later. “Now let me get you something to eat, you need your strength. Are you playing today?”

“Mmm, 1 o’clock start,” and with that we chatted about the match as she fixed breakfast. She provided me with and enormous feast, bacon, eggs, beans, tomatoes, even black pudding which I can’t stand but I ate anyway. She said it helped with spunk production! I don’t know how true that is, I didn’t really have a problem at that age but I always ate it to keep her happy. I offered to help clear up after breakfast but she shooed me off, telling me to go home and have a rest before the game. I kept the shirt and slacks she’d given me as well. She said that, as I was a man now I needed nice clothes, not the sort of stuff boys wear.

I left the house feeling, well feeling grown up. I’d been to bed with an attractive woman, I’d fucked her, and I’d pleased her, made her happy, and slept all night with her before doing the same in the morning. I wasn’t cocky. My overwhelming feeling was one of pride that I had achieved her pleasure but that was tempered by a feeling of how lucky I was. None of this had come about because of me but because of the people around me so I was aware that I shouldn’t get too conceited. I know that, throughout my life, some people have seen me as arrogant but those who know me well know that I have always taken that early advice that Angela gave me, know your good points but know your faults as well.

I was aware that things between mum and me might be a bit difficult. I’d had time to think about everything while waiting for Angela and I was determined that there wouldn’t be any barriers between us. Look, my mother and I had always been close and I wasn’t about to risk that! So as I walked home, three times round the block again, I worked out what to say.

I opened the front door with my key and shouted, “It’s me mum.”

“In the kitchen darling,” she shouted back.

She was sitting there drinking a cup of tea. Now, I don’t know why, but she looked exceptionally fabulous that morning. I’ve said she was younger than Angela and she looked it. Mum could pass for 29 if she put her mind to it. She wore her auburn hair shoulder length in a fairly simple style considerably in advance of styles of the time. She had more makeup on than usual as well. I suppose I noticed her more because of what had happened. I should say that I didn’t fancy her like that – she was my mum. It was just that she looked particularly lovely and now that I had experienced a woman I noticed her in a slightly different way I suppose.

I walked up to her and hugged her, kissing her cheek as I did so. We’d always kissed and hugged each other since I was little and it hadn’t stopped as I grew. Mum was very tactile, she liked to be hugged and kissed. Looking back now I think she was trying to, I don’t know, impress me as a woman as well as being my mother. She told me much later that she felt jealous of me and Angela just then because of how she felt about me. But more of that at the right time.

“Hi mum,” I said with a smile, “how are you?”

She smiled back, “I’m fine,” then with a raise of her eyebrows, “and you?” I blushed because I knew she knew of course. “Silly,” she said digging me in the ribs, “well?”

“Oh mum, mum, hell it was wonderful!”

“I knew it would be,” she said with a laugh, “what about Angela. Is she happy?”

“I think so mum. She was certainly happy earlier on.”

Mum laughed out loud, “I can see that she’s going to keep me interested this afternoon!” I must have looked puzzled. “She’ll tell me all about you this afternoon,” she said with another smile.

“Did you do that with John?” I asked. I wasn’t being difficult or anything. I just wanted mum to know that I understood. Nor was I jealous of him. At that time, as I said, I didn’t see my mum as a sexual partner: she was my mum. Angela was starting to fulfil that role just then.

She looked embarrassed, “Oh Mike. I’m sorry,” she said and she looked as if she would cry.

“Mum, mum, I told you. You don’t have to be ashamed in front of me. I love you.”

She looked up at me with something in her eyes I would have recognised months later but didn’t now. “I love you as well,” she said tearfully, “and I’m sorry, so sorry, that I did this but Mike, oh Mike, you can’t know what it’s like for a woman like me.”

I smiled, “No, no I can’t but I’m growing up now mum and, even though I don’t know what it’s like, I’m beginning to understand. Oh mum, enjoy John.” I laughed, “If it’s anything like last night with Angela I’m sure he is enjoying himself.”

She was easing now as I explained how I felt and she smiled, “Oh yes Mike, he is enjoying himself and yes, I did and do tell Angela how we get on.”

I laughed, “Good, I hope I live up to him.”

Again that look, “I know you will,” she said breathlessly. “Now,” she went on apparently wanting to change the subject, “you’re playing this afternoon aren’t you?”

“Mmm, 1 o’clock start.”

“Look,” she said, “it’s nearly 11 now. Go and have a lie down,” she smiled, “you need your strength. I’ll make you a salad so you can have something before you go if you want.”

“Mmm, good idea,” I said pecking her cheek, “thanks mum.” So off I went and I did sleep until she woke me about 12.15. Downstairs for a quick bite to eat and then off to the match. The ground wasn’t far away and I walked there with my gear. I was bursting with confidence. I suppose it was the sex, I don’t know but I did have the most fabulous afternoon. I scored 80 not out and took four wickets. We wrapped up the match by 6.30 and I was home by 7.

I would always jump straight in the bath when I got back after cricket. The changing facilities in those days were Spartan in the extreme so a nice hot bath at home was preferable. Letting myself in I shot straight upstairs with a cheery, “I’m back mum,” as I passed the lounge. I knew that Angela would stay for dinner tonight, she often did on Sundays. Sometimes she would cook dinner, usually a good roast because I was inevitably starving after the game. I didn’t hear anything from them as I ran my bath, stripped off and sank into the water, soothing my, now just beginning to tighten, muscles.

I think I must have dozed off and been having the most exciting dream because I was woken by the sound of giggling. Opening my eyes I looked up to see mum and Angela standing there looking down at me and giggling like a couple of schoolgirls.

“I told you,” said Angela, “he is a large young man!”

“You’re awful,” said mum, “mmm, he is isn’t he.”

“And very fertile,” Angela carried on, “I think I’m going to need a good supply of Durex.”

Now mum hadn’t seen me naked for a good few years. You know what boys are like, once we know about our cocks we don’t let our mums see us naked do we? So here I was in the bath, with a massive hard-on, being discussed by my mum and the woman I had just spent the night with and who had taken my virginity. I was bloody embarrassed I can tell you but I didn’t really know what to do. I did notice, but thought nothing of it, that mum seemed particularly interested in my erection and, had I known the import of her tongue flicking her lips as she looked on, I would have understood much more.

They stood there for a few minutes, during which time my erection diminished rapidly, before Angela said, “Come on Joyce, let’s finish this bottle and sort dinner out. It’s probably cooked by now.” So off they went and I quickly washed myself, dried and dressed. They didn’t seem bothered or embarrassed when I came down and I saw why. They’d almost finished a second bottle which was quite a lot for them. I could see that they were both just a trifle tipsy so I hustled them off into the lounge and got dinner myself. They’d prepared most of it so all I had to do was lay everything out and cook the veg.

It was a nice meal that evening. They were half cut and I was happy, happy and bloody tired. Angela told me later that we hadn’t gone to sleep until almost three a.m. that Sunday morning and I had been busy hadn’t I? Then the game. I was knackered but, after dinner I cleared up. I didn’t mind, just eased them back into the lounge, then washed up and everything. By that time Angela was getting ready to leave and I insisted on seeing her home, only a couple of hundred yards but she was quite tipsy.

I saw her home and got a great big kiss just inside the front door before she shooed me off back home. Mum was nearly asleep on the settee when I got back so I sat down next to her and cuddled her for a while. She seemed happy and snuggled up to me finally nodding off completely. I just sat there holding her thinking how lucky I was to have these two women in my life now. I was determined now, however, that I would go out and try and earn some money. After all I was being treated like a man, I should behave like one- no more slob, I had to grow up. I was never aware of mum being short of cash, she had quite a good job in a local solicitors office, but I felt that, now, I should contribute. I had an idea of where I could earn a few bob and I decided to do something tomorrow rather than lay about listening to the Test Match on the radio.

Mum finally woke an hour or so later, “Oh my, my head!” she said as she sat up.

I laughed softly, “I think you and Angela finished just too much wine.”

“I think you’re right. I think I’ll go to bed Mike,” and she gave me a peck on the cheek, “see you in the morning.”

I was busy the next week. I did get a job in the local market shifting stuff about. It didn’t pay very much but it was some money and the exercise was good for me. It also allowed me to carry on with my cricket training. Another thing, I got to know the local bookie, the illegal one. It was just before betting shops were licensed and I did a little bit of ‘running’ for him. That was a much better earner but I daren’t tell mum because, if I was caught, I would be in big trouble. Still, I didn’t get caught and it gave me a good opportunity later.

I was looking forward to Saturday because I remembered that Angela had said that a period lasts about a week, so I might be able to fuck her that night. Saturday night became the night for that because we didn’t have to get up in the morning. Angela worked on Saturday morning in Woolworth’s and she almost always came in about 1.15 for a spot of lunch on her way home and I was pleased to see her.

“Hi Angela,” I said as I opened the door to her knock.

“Hello darling man,” she said emphasizing the last word. That told me all I wanted to know.

“Can I get you some lunch,” I asked with a smile.

“Mmm, that would be nice,” she said, “I need to get my strength up for tonight don’t I?” I blushed bright red, I shouldn’t try bandying words with Angela!

“I’ll get you some lunch,” I said hurriedly and shot off into the kitchen. Angela went into the lounge to chat to mum. I put the lunch on the table and called them both and we ate together. I couldn’t take my eyes off Angela although, to be fair to her, she wasn’t at her best, but that didn’t matter. Of course it’s important if a woman is good looking but she can be attractive without looking like Claudia Schiffer can’t she. Angela spotted me looking at her.

“I think our young stallion is getting a trifle impatient,” she said to mum with a smile. I should say that they were always like that, talking about me. I got used to it after a while and it never bothered me when two women talked about my performance.

“Mmm,” mum said with a smile which carried just a hint of something else, what I didn’t recognise then. “Are you going to feed him or shall I?” she asked with a smile.

“Oh bugger Joyce, I’m getting impatient too. I’ll feed him later.” Then she turned to me, “I’ll see you in a couple of hours young man. I need to freshen up. Is that all right,” she asked archly.
I could only nod because I had a massive hard-on and she laughed. I think she guessed I would be very, very excited. Well, look, I normally masturbated then about twice a day, sometimes three times and I hadn’t touched myself for a whole week. I woken up with massive erections that I’d ignored. I’d even had a wet dream, a most unusual occurrence for me! So I knew that I would be pretty uncontrollable early on but I was sure Angela knew that as well.

I helped clear up as Angela left then went upstairs to bath and put on the clothes Angela had given me last week. I wanted to show her that I could be a smart young man who turned himself out properly for a woman. Mum was in the lounge when I came down.

“My,” she said, “you look smart. Angela will be pleased.”

I smiled, “I wanted to look my best for her.”

“Good,” she said with a smile.

“Mum, are you OK tonight,” I said, “I probably won’t be home,” I added regretfully. I did want to look after her.

“Of course I’m OK,” she said, “you go and enjoy yourself. And don’t you dare let Angela down. I’m all right,” she added then with a smile, “John is home next weekend so I won’t be on my own.” I think she was bringing it out now to see how I felt and it felt OK. I wasn’t jealous.

“Good,” I said, “will he stay here now?”

“Yes,” she said then pecked my cheek, “if you don’t mind. You’ll swap places on Saturday nights for a couple of weeks.”

Well, I knew that I would be happy at Angela’s and I was happy that mum was happy at home with John.

I kissed her cheek, “Good,” I said, “I’m glad you won’t be alone. I hope you enjoy yourself.”

She laughed, “Off you go you young rapscallion!” As I left the kitchen I turned to say goodbye again and I saw her look. It was strange. I didn’t understand it then, only later.

I wandered round to Angela’s, anticipation making my heart race and my cock pulse. What did the rest of the day and tonight have in store for me. If it was like last week, well, what more could I ask for. I rang the bell and was greeted by, “Come on in Mike, I’m in the lounge. Put the latch on.” My heart started racing, what was going to happen?

Angela was sitting on the settee in the lounge in a long chiffon sort of housecoat. She’d done her hair and make-up and she looked bloody fabulous! My cock was already at full stretch just looking at her. I stood in the doorway, frozen really at the sight of this wonderfully sensual woman who what going to take me further on my journey of discovery.

“Come here,” she said softly.

Like an automaton I walked over to her and stood stock still. I noticed the curtains were closed so we couldn’t be seen.

“Take your clothes off,” she said.

I started to speak, “Ang . . .”

“Take your clothes off,” she said again in a tone that brooked no refusal, “I want to see your body again.” So I undid my shirt and slipped it off.

“Stop now. Come nearer.” This was different but bloody exciting! She was sterner, firmer, more demanding than last week. I wondered what was happening but I was enjoying it. As I got even closer she reached up and stroked my body just like last week. “Oh but you are gorgeous,” she said throatily, “bloody gorgeous.” Well, I didn’t think I was but she loved my slim, lithe physique. It always really turned her on to do this, just stroke my body. I quite liked it as well!!

“Now your trousers.”

I undid my belt and let them drop to the floor. My cock was bursting out of my silk underpants and, as I stepped out of my slacks, it popped out. “Socks,” she said quickly so I bent and slipped my shoes and socks off then stood again.

“Oh, but that is a lovely cock,” she said with a smile, “you are going to make lots of women happy with that. Turn round and take them off,” she went on indicating my pants. I turned and bent to slip them off. As I did so I felt the coolness of her hands on my arse.

“Stay like that. Let me look at your lovely arse. Oh, I’m going to enjoy that!” she said and I wondered what she meant. I did find out! “Now turn back.” So I did. “Have you wanked this week?” she asked with a smile.

I blushed bright red, all over actually. “No,” I said with a catch in my voice, “no.” Then more boldly, “I was saving it for you!”

“Were you now,” she said with a smile, “devil. It looks like you’ve quite bit stored up! I’ve got lots of treats lined up for you tonight but I think you need a little bit of calming down first.” She looked up at me with a big smile, “After all,” she said licking her lips, “you did want to see me in suspenders and stockings didn’t you?”

“Oh Angela, oh yes.” She stood and opened her housecoat.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. She was! She was wearing a black bra, black knickers, black suspenders, black stockings, and black shoes. I think my eyes nearly popped out of my head and my cock; well it actually hurt!

“Mmm,” she said with a smile, “I thought you might find this interesting but I bet you won’t last long will you?”

NO, I thought, I bloody won’t! Then she knelt in front of me and, grasping my cock gently, went to take the head in her mouth. Well, as soon as she touched me that was it. She didn’t even have time to get her mouth over the end before I started to cum. I hit her full in the face with two heavy shots, one on her cheek and one on her forehead, before she could get her mouth over the end. Even then she was quickly filled up and unable to swallow it all.

“Oh heck Angela, I’m sorry,” I said as I looked down at her spunk covered face. She didn’t mind though, just swirled my cum round her mouth, swallowed, and smiled.

“My, my, but you are a fertile young man,” she said as she used her fingers to wipe the spunk from her face. Then she sucked it off her fingers and swallowed again. “I like your flavour,” she said with another smile, “just as well really!” she ended laughing. She stood and said, “Into the kitchen rapscallion. I need to tidy up!” Embarrassed, I went into the kitchen to wait for her.

She called a few minutes later and, as I came in smiled and said, “Sit next to me”. She had her housecoat back on so I couldn’t see anything. I must admit I was mortified, showering her with spunk like the.

“Oh Angela, Mrs Green, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help it. That, oh bugger, oops sorry, but those things. Oh heck!”

She laughed, “Don’t worry Michael, it tasted very nice. I like the taste of your spunk, and it’s good for the complexion!” and she kissed my cheek. “Now,” she went on, “what are we going to do with you?”

“Umm, I don’t know?” and I didn’t because I didn’t have any idea what she was talking about.

“No, I suppose you don’t do you.” She became serious. “Darling boy, sorry darling man,” she added with a smile and a quick touch of my tackle, “you must learn some control.” I must have looked puzzled. “Mike, you must learn to control your orgasm, not cum so easily,” she laughed, “oh, it doesn’t matter quite so much now because you’re able to carry on so quickly but, as you get older, that won’t happen.”

“You mean, oh, not like just now?”

“Well, yes if you can. But you mustn’t worry about it too much now.” She laughed again, “If you haven’t wanked for a week and you’re used to doing it every day you’re bound to be quite excited.” She stroked my cheek, “But, if you want to really enjoy your partners body you need that control. I can assure you it’s better if you do.”

I very much wanted to please her, to do as she said, “How do I do it Angela. It’s so hard. When I saw you like that, well I couldn’t stop myself when you touched me.”

“No, I don’t suppose you could you poor darling but, as I said, it doesn’t matter so much now does it, it’s later. We’re going to do some very interesting things today,” she said with a sexy smile, “things I think you might like a lot and I don’t want you to go off ‘half-cocked’.”

“Oh Angela, I’ll try, really I will,” I said breathlessly. What sort of things could she mean?

“I know you will,” she said with a smile, “now, come on upstairs,” and she kissed me. “It’s nice that you took notice and got yourself ready,” she laughed, “I bet you just didn’t want to wait did you.”

Picking up the spirit of her conversation and realising that she enjoyed this repartee, I said with a smile, “No, I didn’t. I couldn’t wait to do IT again with you.”

“Devil,” she said with a smile. “Upstairs with you. I need that magnificent cock of yours inside me.” Of course, that made me even more excited as she chased me playfully up to her bedroom.

Of course I was still stark naked and she chivvied me along by pinching and squeezing my bum all the way up. She was laughing and obviously enjoying herself immensely and I caught the feeling. In the bedroom I turned and grabbed her, holding her close to me, and I kissed her full on the lips. She was surprised, I think, that I took the initiative but she quickly kissed me back and her hands wandered over my back and bottom.

“Oh but you are gorgeous,” she said again breathlessly as she pulled away. “Sit on the bed, I’ve got a treat for you but you must calm down!” With that she walked to the end of the bed, turned and removed her housecoat. Now I could see her underwear properly. A black bra, black knickers, black suspenders, black stockings and black high heeled shoes. She was the picture of the woman in my book but much more attractive – god she was bloody sexy. I went to move to her, to hold her, frankly, to fuck her.

“No, stay there for a bit,” she said then added with a smile, “don’t be impatient!” Now she turned and, reaching back, slid her knickers down and off. Oh my god. There before me was the sight I had so often imagined but now, now her arse was bare and I could see what I couldn’t imagine before. I was frozen in place, good thing really. God knows what I would have done had I gone to her straight away!

Reaching for the back of the bedroom chair, she leant forward and looked back at me, “Well?” she said with a smile.

“Oh Angela,” was all I could manage as I took in this wonderful sight. It’s a sight that has never failed to raise my interest, and even now in the twilight of my years, it can still make the blood pound. Mind you, Miranda still has a magnificent arse!

“Come here ragamuffin,” she laughed, “I’m not staying like this for ever.” That stung me into movement, but what to do? “Come and stand behind me,” she said, “you can touch with your hands ONLY. Keep that lovely cock of yours under control for a while. Now you’re going to use your tongue.”

Tongue? I thought. I wonder what she means? I walked over to her and looked down at that magnificent arse framed by suspenders. At the tops of the stockings clutching her legs at mid thigh. My blood was pounding in my head as she said, “Touch me, stroke my back, stroke my bottom. Mmm, that’s nice, yes, do that.” Her skin was covered in a soft down that felt like velvet to my fingers. The curve of her bottom cheeks, the feel of the back of her thighs; so soft.

“Oh yes, yes,” she said, “now. Kneel Michael, kneel there.” I did, knelt at her altar and awaited instructions. I did have an inkling of what was about to happen but I waited for her. “Can you see me?” she said, “see my twat, my fanny, see it from the back?” Well, of course I could.

“Y . . e . . s,” I managed to stammer.

“Use your tongue.” Now I knew what to do, nature provides I suppose. Leaning forward I used my tongue to gently lick along the split I saw before me. As I did so she pushed back at me and my tongue went deeper. I didn’t feel this was dirty, strange I suppose, but she had sucked my cock on several occasions and swallowed my spunk so the least I could do was return the favour. I was getting into it now, tasting her juices: slightly salty, savoury. I sensed they were the taste of her.

Now I used my fingers to open her some more and started to lick inside the walls of what I now know is her vagina. I could get right inside and she was obviously enjoying it. My problem, increasing all the time, was, that right in front of my eyes was her crinkly bottom hole. I had to taste that as well so, after a while, I took the initiative. I ran my tongue out of the back of her sex and across that tiny piece of sensitive skin between pussy and anus, the perineum, and over her arsehole. She obviously liked this because she pushed back some more and my tongue went a tiny bit inside. It was too much for her!

“Oh you devil, you devil. Oh yes!! I need you to fuck me now. Do you want to do it like this?”

Bloody silly question, of course I did.

“Oh yes Angela, oh yes please.”

“Here you are then,” she said hand me a tiny packet. I’d seen one before but, obviously, never this close. She could see my hesitation as she looked back at me. “Tear it open darling. That’s right. It’s a johnnie, Durex. We’ve got to use one,” she laughed, “I’m too old to get pregnant and you, young man, produce enough spunk to fertilise a regiment of virgins. Now, see, it unrolls. Yes, that’s right. Put it at the end, mmm, now roll it down.” Thinking back I can realise that this must have been tantalizing for her, it was bloody agony for me. All I wanted to do was get my cock inside that gloriously silky tunnel but she was right. I rolled the Durex down my cock, noticing the tiny bit at the end for the spunk, then looked at Angela.

“Oh fuck Mike, you’re ready now. Use that lovely prick on me. Oh shit, yes! Oh that’s g . . . . . ooooo . . . . d. Mmm, stop for a moment, remember. Oh bloody hell, slowly, slowly.” There followed a long sigh which got louder and softer in time with my strokes. I’d remembered her instructions before, half in, then slowly in and out going a little deeper each time. Finally I was in, deep inside her, deeper than before I thought.

“Hold me,” she said, “hold my arse and fuck me you young stallion. Fuck me hard.” Angela like this position quite a lot and she used to get very vocal. I enjoyed it as well, her language really turned me on. I held on to her arse cheeks and fucked her, fucked her hard, as hard as I could. I was young, fit, and strong and, surprisingly I suppose, I did last a while, not that long but long enough for at least two strong shudders to signal Angela’s orgasms. Even then I was aware of the need to ensure my partners pleasure. No point in cumming and finding your partner has just missed. I knew she was OK so I just revelled in the feeling for fucking her like this and remembered all the times I’d wanked over my lady. That did it, I came and my legs almost gave way with the power of my orgasm.

Pulse after pulse filled the condom and I fell backwards on to the bed, pulling Angela with me. That had the effect of jamming my cock even deeper inside her and causing another orgasm. I fell further back and my cock slipped out. Before I knew it she was kneeling at my side. She whipped off the condom and covered my cockhead with her mouth. Sucking a couple of times, she emptied me completely. It was almost painful, you know how sensitive the cockhead is immediately after an orgasm. She looked up and smiled, “I hate to waste it,” she said as she drew level with me then she swallowed and kissed me.

She laid back and pulled me to her. “You were very good,” she said, “very good indeed. After dinner I’ve got a special treat for you.”

“What Angela?”

She laughed, “You’ll have to wait and see,” she said with a sexy smile, “but I know you will enjoy it! Now, you devil, downstairs and start to get dinner. It’s in the oven. I’m bloody starving, you’ve worn me out!” she finished laughing. “I’m going to tidy up.”

So I went downstairs, retrieved my clothes from the lounge, then to the kitchen to lay dinner out. Everything was ready, she must have prepared it earlier. Angela came down about 20 minutes later looking very attractive, dressed in a loose blouse and a tight skirt that really accentuated the shape of her hips and bottom. I couldn’t take my eyes of them. Of course, that’s exactly what she intended but I didn’t know that then.

Dinner was a pleasant meal although it was difficult for me not to think about what would come afterwards. Angela noticed and after a while of my quietness said with a smile, “What is it Mike darling, you’re very quiet?”

Boldly I replied with a confident smile, “I was just thinking of what there might be for ‘afters’.”

She laughed that sexy laugh of hers, “Now, now you young rascal, you must feed the inner man. I can’t have your mother thinking that I drain you of all that spunk and don’t feed you. Now, tell me all about your new job. Joyce said that you’re working in the market.”

So I told her all about my job and how I’d decided to bring some money into the house.

“That’s very grown up of you,” she said with a soft smile and she reached over and caressed my cheek. “Your mother will be proud of you,” she added with a strange inflexion.

One thing I noticed during that meal was that Angela only let me have one glass of wine. As we finished I asked her why.

She smiled, “Alcohol isn’t much good for a man if he’s going to try to satisfy a woman,” she said then added with another sexy smile, “and I want to be satisfied tonight.”

“What does it do?”

“I don’t know really,” she said, “but I do know that too much and you won’t be able to perform as well as you are able.” Now another sexy smile, “And you are going to be very busy aren’t you?”

By now, of course, my dander was up! I felt like bending her over the kitchen table an taking her there and then. Oh fuck, I thought, oh fuck! So I stood and, for the first time, took charge. I walked round the table and stood in front of her.

“I want you,” I said, confidently I hoped, and I reached down and lifted her gently from the chair until she stood. Putting my arms around her, I pulled her close and kissed her lips. She didn’t resist, far from it, she seemed to melt in my arms. Looking back I suppose it must have been nice for her to be led rather that to lead. To be ‘taken’ rather than take.

We kissed like that for what seemed like ages and my hands roamed over her back, her shoulders, and finally (as I plucked up courage in this situation) over her gorgeous bottom. My cock was hard now, as hard as iron as I stood pulling her body onto mine. I suppose nature takes over because now I started to move against her, grinding my hips against her body. She didn’t say anything, just returned my movements, pushing herself back against me.

Our kisses became more passionate and tongues met in half open mouths. I knew what I wanted.

“Turn round Angela darling. I want you,” I said gruffly. She looked into my eyes and I could see that she wanted this, wanted it badly. She smiled and slowly turned away. Now I could feel my cock through my clothes resting in the crease of her buttocks. We moved against each other, pushing and grinding – it was almost too much to bear. My hands found her gorgeous boobs and began massaging them through her blouse, stroking, caressing. It wasn’t enough! I needed to feel them, feel the warmth of her flesh filling my hands, so I undid her blouse and pulled it back. Now her bra was in the way. Hands slipped quickly underneath and I could feel the heavenly substance of her wonderful boobs. By now her head was resting back on my chest and her bottom was grinding into my groin. After while of this I could wait no longer.

“Bend!” I said. It was a command although I didn’t realise that it would come out like that. I think that the situation must have given me confidence in my masculinity. Anyway, Angela did. She bent forward and looked back at me over her shoulder. She must have realised what effect this would have and I can remember, even now, the look of absolute lust that was on her face then. She said nothing, just looked back at me and licked her lips.

I flipped her skirt up over her back and looked down at her magnificent bottom – I nearly let go then! No black knickers this time, pure white with, by now, a very wet patch. I could wait no longer. I dropped my trousers and JT emerged through the silk underwear sticking up like a telegraph pole. This pole was going home! I forgot all about protection, forgot everything other than putting this aching tool of mine into the heaven between her legs!
I think Angela must have been overtaken by pure lust as well because she said nothing as I pulled her knickers down just a loud sigh. Holding my cock down and bending my legs slightly, the head found it’s way in, splitting her juicy lips. Then she must have realised I wasn’t wearing anything and a desperate, “Mike!!” erupted but it was too late, far too late. I was on male autopilot now, nothing on earth would stop me fucking this wonderful woman and I thrust forward filling her completely. All her words of teaching were forgotten in a burst of pure lust.

Of course this all sounds terribly adult but it was juvenile really because I only lasted ten seconds before I let loose. A couple of thrusts and I was finished. Then I realised: firstly that Angela probably hadn’t cum and secondly that I was ‘bareback’.

“Oh god Angela. Angela, oh god I’m sorry. Oh bloody hell.” I felt desperate. Ashamed. I’d let her down, abused her.

She stood and turned, caressing my cheek as she did so. “Poor boy,” she said deliberately not using ‘man’ I suspect, “poor boy. You couldn’t help it could you?”

I shook my head. “Oh Angela, I’m sorry.”

She smiled, “My fault as well,” she said, “but darling boy, you won’t really be a man until you learn control. It’s not only about controlling that lovely muscle between your legs but controlling your emotions, your feelings, your desires. Pull your trousers up and sit down.” I did so as she sorted herself out and sat with me.

“That thing between your legs is an unruly beast,” she said with a smile, “and if you let him, he will rule your life and get you into all sorts of scrapes. That’s another part of control, controlling your urges.” I must have looked rather desperate by now because she continued, “Oh Mike, darling, don’t look so disheartened. I was my fault as well.” She smiled, “I enjoyed it. I liked you being like that. I had a really big one you know.”

Now I was surprised, “Oh Angela, I didn’t think, you know . . . for you.”

“Well it did. That’s a pretty powerful weapon you’ve got there you know,” she added with a laugh, “and you can’t miss it when it’s stuck inside quite like that!”

“Oh Angela, I’m so sorry!” I was mortified.

She caressed my cheek, “Don’t worry. I said I enjoyed it and I did . . .”

“But, but I wasn’t, you know, you’ll get pregnant.”

“Mmm,” she said with a sad smile, “I might at that but I’ll have to take steps.”

“Steps?”

“Yes, ’steps’. I need to go upstairs and get ready for later,” she smiled seductively, “I said I’d got some treats lined up for you tonight didn’t I and, as they’re treats for me as well, you can still have them despite being a naughty man.”

I sighed in relief, I was a ‘man’ again. “What will you do?” I asked. Well I was curious!

She smiled, “Well, I suppose you should know about all the trouble I’ll have to go to. I’ll use a douche, a syringe to wash all of that lovely spunk away. Shame really,” she said pensively with a smile, “wasteful.” I must admit my mind went into overdrive then, douche, syringe: imagination ran riot! “Now,” she continued, “while I get ready you, young rascal, can clear away and do the washing up on your own!” With that, and a sexy smile, she left.

I cleared away and washed up, all the while my imagination was running wild. God I was so innocent, naïve, unspoilt some might say. What was she doing up there. ‘Get ready for later’ she said. Get what ready? Herself? But? Then the syringe. Oh dear, it became almost too much. JT was rock hard by the time I finished washing up and I couldn’t wait to get upstairs. Well, I didn’t have to wait too long, about half an hour I suppose – what was she doing up there I thought. My reverie was broken by her calling down.

“I’ve finished in the bathroom,” she called, “you can use it now.” She did that often, giving me subtle hints about how I was to behave. It was clear now that I had to tidy myself up before returning to the ‘fray’. I learnt that from both the women in my early life. Be clean and tidy, it makes sex so much more enjoyable. Oh I’m not totally against having sex at any time but I do enjoy it more if I know that we are all clean.

I trotted quickly upstairs to ready myself and, after a quick sluice down, I walked into the bedroom naked except for a towel. I was becoming more confident in myself by now. It’s amazing how sex with an older woman can turn a boy into a confident young man quite quickly. You see, I knew I could please her now, give her what she wanted. I wasn’t arrogant however, as I’ve said, I was fully aware of just how lucky I was that this wonderful woman had taken me under her wing. I was also aware that there was a lot more for me to learn but I figured that I must have been OK up ’til now because Angela seemed happy.

Angela was sitting at her dressing table wearing one of her silk housecoats. I know this is silly but I used to wear them as well. The feel of silk against the skin is so sexy, so arousing, and it was a pleasure not to be missed. Mind you I did feel a bit silly sometimes dressed in flowers but what the heck, the only person who ever saw me was Angela and she always said she liked me like that because she could get at me easily!

I could see her face in the mirror and her eyes fixed on mine. “Come here,” she said to the mirror and, as I approached her, she turned. She took a deep sigh, “My but you are so lovely,” she said breathlessly. I think it really turned her on to have a virile young man with an athletic body to ‘play’ with. She often did as she did now, just sat there and looked at me; taking me in with her eyes. Now she reached up and pulled the towel away revealing and extremely interested JT. She stroked my body with her hands, soft and cool. Running across my hairless chest, my stomach, my hips and thighs. All the while her eyes devoured me and her tongue flicked out of her mouth wetting her lips in anticipation.

“Turn,” she said throatily, just like I’d said ‘bend’ earlier. I had no choice but to obey; not that I didn’t want too, this was so exciting. Now her hands stoked my back, down to my waist then over my buttocks, caressing the cheeks of my bottom. She spent longer there this time, stroking and gently squeezing. Then her fingers crept into the crevice between my cheeks and stroked across my anus. A ripple of pleasure shot through my body and I nearly, very nearly, shot my bolt immediately.

“Oh shit, oh god Angela,” I managed to stutter.

She stopped and said, “You like that?”

“Oh god yes but . . .”

“OK turn round before it gets too much for you. I don’t want to waste any shots tonight. My but you are a raunchy young man!” I wasn’t really sure what that meant just then – I did find out! I turned and faced her, my cock standing proud, very proud. She looked up at me, “Enough,” she said with a smile, “let’s get on the bed. I want you to make love to me.” Well, of course, I thought she meant fuck her so I was only too pleased to do that! That wasn’t what she meant, however, and I learnt another valuable lesson.

She stood and took off her gown. She was naked. A deep breath was required because she was bloody lovely. Oh I know now that she was buxom, an English housewife in her middle forties but, by god, she was all woman! I made to grab her, one thought in my mind – to bury my cock deep between her lovely thighs and fill her as full as I could but that wasn’t to be. She had other plans – good ones I must admit looking back!

She laughed as she pushed my hands away. “No!” she said commandingly, destroying all my confidence, “no. You devil. I know what you want but I want to be made love to and that’s different.” She must have seen the look of puzzlement on my face. She caressed my cheek, “Oh dear, I’ll have to explain,” she said with a sexy smile. “You want to fuck me don’t you?”

I nodded and mumbled an embarrassed, “Yes.”

“Mmm, and I want to be fucked as well,” I bucked up. She laughed, “But not yet. I want you to kiss me all over and show me how much you like my body then, if you’re really good at that, you can fuck me!” she laughed. “How does that sound?”

Well, it sounded pretty good to me. “Bloody hell Angela. Oh yes please!”

She laughed her rich, throaty and very sexy laugh, “To bed then. Come here you rascal,” she said as she grabbed me and pulled me down on to the bed. Now I remember what she’s said about how I was to behave so is shuffled up so I was level with her on her right side then leant my head on my left arm and looked down at her. Now I knew what she meant when she said start like this. I could look down on her face, showing a soft sheen of perspiration as her excitement increased, then down her body. Her breasts, large and not too soft, nipples beginning to become erect. Past her tits and to her stomach, softly rising before plunging into that valley of pleasure that was her sex. ‘Kiss her all over’ she’d said. Oh yes, that was something I wanted to do all right so I began.

I kissed her mouth and gently probed with my tongue. I knew now she liked that – so did I! Her mouth opened as the kisses became more passionate and our tongues danced together. What a wonderful way to start the journey of exploration! Pulling away, I kissed her face all over, her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, then her ears nibbling gently. Angela seemed to be purring, making a lovely rumbling noise that must have been a signal of her pleasure at being treated like this.

I moved down to her neck and shoulders, kissing all the while and sometimes licking: savouring the taste of her. Now across her chest to her wonderful breasts. I kissed each one all over prompting continued sighs from Angela which increased in strength as I sucked and bit her nipples: hard now in her arousal. How long I spent there I don’t know but I enjoyed every second knowing she was enjoying it. I paid particular attention to the underneath because she seemed more sensitive there (something I’ve found in many women) and I gently massaged the one I wasn’t kissing. Sometime after I began to worship her tits her hands came down to hold my head to her, not hard just holding me there as she murmured, “Oh yes Michael, oh yes. You wonderful, wonderful young man!” This spurred me on of course and increased my enjoyment.

Now you may not believe this but I wasn’t excited. My erection had dissipated somewhat; half-hard we used to call it. I was so taken with the pleasure I was giving her that I all but forgot about my pleasure muscle but I was taking pleasure from the pleasure I was giving her – does that make sense? I hope so because all through my life I’ve enjoyed pleasuring my partner. Even more so in later years as JT found life a touch more challenging!

Feeling it was time to move on, and excited by the thought, I started to kiss her stomach, running the tip of my tongue back and forth. Another deep sigh followed my exploration of her button, exploration by prodding my rolled tongue in and out. Again her hands came down and held my head to her. Now I was going to go further, down into her valley of pleasure. I was excited sexually but also intellectually I suppose. This was truly exploration!

I don’t know whether I sensed it or it came naturally but I decided not to go straight to that forbidden place but to concentrate on Angela’s thighs and the inside of her legs. I eased her legs apart and stroked the inside of her thighs right down to her knees. She moaned, “Oh god yes!” so I knew I must be on the right track. Bending my head and noticing, in passing the wetness of her pussy and the heady and exciting aroma, I started to kiss her legs and run my tongue up and down. Angela seemed to enjoy this and a shudder rippled across her body followed by a long sigh. I couldn’t do this for long however, because by now the attraction of her pussy was too much – I had to kiss that, amongst other things!

I couldn’t get at it properly from the side so, rather boldly I thought at the time, I parted Angela’s legs and climbed in between. Oh my god, what a sight. Now JT was a full stretch. Are we programmed to react like that I wonder – I always have! Something told me to bend her legs at the knee and now I could see it all, all of her sex right down to her tight little bottom hole. It was difficult to hang on just then but I managed; for her really. The lips of her vagina were swollen in her arousal showing the pinkness inside and the tiny hole that would open to accept my cock. Above something strange poking up that looked interesting. I didn’t find any of this ‘dirty’. Right from the start I’ve enjoyed using my tongue on a woman and believe I’ve become pretty good at whatever ‘lingus’ I get started on. Angela, from that very first time, had happily taken my cock in her mouth and, looking back, that first time must have been something of a trial! Almost without exception my partners have sucked my cock and most have swallowed spunk. It was only fair I did the same for them – well you know what I mean! Apart from that I do enjoy doing it although it can be a touch frightening sometimes as I was about to find out!

I bent my head and kissed her there, right on the strange bit sticking up. “Oh fucking hell yes,” she said completely surprising me, “do that again!”

Well OK! So I kissed it again and, because I sensed she might like it, licked all around it.

“Oh you bugger!! Ooooooohhhhhhh. Fuck, yes do that!” So I did, sucking this time as well.

Then it happened! Her orgasm that must have been pretty good because I was suddenly enclosed in a fairly intimidating manner. Her legs came up and clamped my head at the same time as her hands reached down and held me in place. Add to this the upward thrust of her hips forcing her sex into my face and I realised that something extraordinary was happening. It was a wonderful feeling however, to know that I’d done this to her, given her so much pleasure. I’ve always felt that this reaction by a woman to having her clitoris or sex licked is quite frightening. It seems such a powerful reaction. Most women I’ve done this to have reacted in the same way, Miranda still does on those, oh so rare now, occasions when I do it to her. I think that, if they could, they would swallow us up, eat us and keep us inside.

After a while she let me go, legs loosening and hands freeing my head. “Oh my god, you darling, darling man. How did you know to do that?”

“Do what?” I asked innocently as I looked up at her. Innocently because I didn’t realise quite what I’d done.

She smiled back at me, “Young hellion,” she said, “you sucked on my clitoris.” Now I was puzzled and it must have shown.

“I’ll explain later,” she said with a smile, “I’m sure you’ve got some more kissing to do.” Well, yes I had. I hadn’t explored her wonderful sex yet and I wanted to do that and, even more, I wanted to explore below!

I looked back down and noted she was even wetter than before. I realised then that women must have the same sort of experience as men when they orgasm. I just happens in a different way. Bending my head again I tentatively began to kiss her sex outside the lips of her vagina and down the inside of her legs, that very soft area that is usually so tender. After a few kisses I heard, “Oh for god’s sake Mike, darling man, get to the bloody point!” So I did.

I licked right inside her vagina, running my tongue along the warm wet lips, savouring the taste of her. Pungent but not unpleasant, salty but sweet and, frankly, lovely, invigorating and bloody exciting. I licked back and forth probing deeper, forcing my tongue into the hole that would expand for my cock (though I didn’t really know that then – I was exploring after all and not really sure where it actually went!). Angela was shuddering and moaning, obviously enjoying my attention. I, however, couldn’t forget that tiny little ring of muscle below and I had to, just had to, use my tongue on it. In order to do so I dragged my tongue down the length of her pussy, across the tiny stretch of skin between pussy and anus, and anointed the ring.

“Mmm,” she said squirming her bottom into the bed. Then, “But that is for later. Now young rapscallion come back up here and fuck me. You wanted to do that didn’t you?”

Despite my desire to explore her back entrance I didn’t need asking twice and, quickly, I positioned myself between her legs. Of course my very brief visit to her rear had the effect of hardening JT who, I think, might well have been fantasizing about what Angela had said last week, and I was ready to fuck her.

“Mmm,” she said looking up at me and smiling her sexy smile, “Good. Fuck me then!”

I remembered her tutoring this time and, leaning forward, took my weight on my left arm, using my right hand to stroke my cockhead along the length of her vagina. She sighed and moved her hips off the bed to meet me. I didn’t need telling twice so I pushed forward into her.

Oh bliss.

Her vagina closed around my cockhead. Warm, wet, and surprisingly tight I suppose although I didn’t know that then – I had nothing to compare did I? Pushing half of my erection into her I stopped, withdrew, then pushed again a little deeper. There’s no doubt this is good for both parties and one of the most valuable lessons I learnt from Angela. It didn’t take long, however, before I was buried deep inside her and beginning to fuck her rather like a jackrabbit I suppose. I was bloody hot. Mind you so was she because she was bucking against me as I thrust forward then, fairly quickly I suppose, her legs locked around my buttocks and her hands pulled my head down to kiss me. It was enough for me because I started to spill my spunk inside her. Pulse after pulse that seemed to cause her even more pleasure.

Pretty soon we were both spent, well for the time being anyway, and I fell off her sideways pretty puffed I must say! I think it had taken a lot out of Angela as well because we both just laid there for a while. She wasn’t likely to let me rest for long in those early days however, and fairly soon she was back kissing me.

“That, lovely man, was bloody marvellous. For being so good I’m going to give you a lovely reward but first I must have something to drink. Pop downstairs and make us a drink Mike. No alcohol for you though,” she smiled then relented as my face dropped, “Oh all right, make some wine and lemonade for us both. Off you go and don’t rush I need a few minutes.”

What does she need a few minutes for, I thought as I moseyed downstairs? Oh well, I expect I’ll find out soon I said to myself as I started to do the drinks.

Back upstairs Angela was dressed again in her housecoat. Had she dressed underneath I wondered and JT showed interest at the idea, rather a lot actually. I, of course, was still naked. To be honest, by now I’d lost any feeling of embarrassment at nakedness around Angela, it became almost natural. That was another valuable lesson I learnt from the women of my early life, don’t be afraid of being naked, of being seen. I suppose that’s why I prefer to make love in the light so I can see my lover, her face, her eyes, and her body.

She looked at me in the mirror and smiled, “Sit for a while,” she said indicating the end of the bed. “Did you enjoy that?” a sexy smile now, “I did.”

I smiled back, confident now she told me that, “Mmm,” I said, “Oh Angela, your body. Heck! It’s bloody marvellous.”

She smiled a slightly sad smile. Looking back I’m sure she knew that, perhaps, she wasn’t the prettiest of women and she was aware that she was my first. I had nothing to compare her with did I? “That’s lovely Mike darling, thank you. I’m sure that you’ll find some lovely girls out there that will be even lovelier.”

Well, honestly, at that time I didn’t think I would but of course I did. Now I’ll be absolutely honest here, I did think her body was marvellous, still do despite all the lovely women I’ve been with. It’s just that all those other women’s bodies have been even more marvellous! Frankly I’m amazed that mother nature could come up with something so absolutely perfect as the female form. Well I suppose not actually. If they didn’t do that to us men I suppose there wouldn’t be any babies would there. I digress but then I’m always willing to talk about
Just then I didn’t know what to say to this but I wanted her to know how I felt. I reached forward and caressed her cheek. “Oh Angela. That may be so but, well, oh I don’t know how to say this. What’s happened, what we do, oh heck Angela . . . I never thought. Look. Oh heck . . . it’s wonderful, bloody wonderful.” I didn’t know about love then, that came a year later, but I knew I felt something for her, something important and emotional but I didn’t know how to put it into words. She must have understood that because she smiled softly.

“Thank you Michael. I think you are a rare young man and I’m lucky to know you,” she laughed, “know you properly!” and she leant forward and placed a very chaste kiss in my cheek. I felt so proud and so happy!

“Now,” she said, “I suppose you’re wondering what happened down there?” she smiled and I nodded. “Well, Michael love, we women have a thing down there called a clitoris.” I raised my eyebrows. That I had never heard of. She smiled knowingly. “It’s a bit like your cock,” she said with a smile, “only much smaller and it doesn’t do the same things but it is very, very sensitive. You were very good you know, very good indeed.” I felt proud, proud that I could do this for her and I felt affection. Not love, well I didn’t know what that was but certainly affection.

“You haven’t finished though have you?”

I raised my eyebrows.

“I said you must kiss me ALL over didn’t I?” My heart leapt into my mouth and JT began another journey to erection.

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“Well you’ve only done the front.” With that she stood and undid her housecoat. She had put on a very skimpy white bra and suspender set with dark stockings – no knickers. My eyes took in her body – another realisation of how powerful women are. They can control us with their bodies. I was speechless because she looked fabulous but she wasn’t finished with me. She turned slowly until her bottom was level with my eyes. I could hardly move so powerful was the desire that washed over me. I can’t believe she didn’t know the effect this would have on me. My mouth was dry and all I could manage to say was, “Oh Angela!”

She looked back over her shoulder, “You like that?” I managed to nod. “You can touch you know,” she added with a smile.

Yes, touch, I could touch it. Slowly my hands moved towards her body, surprisingly not straight towards her bottom, but to her waist to run down the shape of her over those gorgeous hips. Then across the broad reach of her bottom, her arse. Soft, deliciously soft flesh that I gently kneaded, massaged and, finally, kissed. What more can a man ask? I didn’t realise it at the time but Angela could almost see my face in the dressing table mirror. She said afterwards it was a picture of pure lust and desire but she was pleased that I did manage to control that and go more slowly.

Now she leant forward taking her weight on the back of the stool. Of course this caused her bottom to become even lovelier and the hidden valley between her cheeks to open slightly. I know I’d seen her there last week but this seemed new, so much more sexy, erotic, exploring her like this. I kept on stroking, caressing, massaging, and kissing her cheeks. Angela was obviously enjoying my attention to her rear because I could feel her subtle movements. Then she moved her legs apart, about 18 inches, and paradise beckoned!

I could almost see it now, see the puckered ring of her anus. That tight entry that I’d violated last week with my thumb. I knew I wanted to violate it with my cock now but, of course, Angela was in charge. I had to, however, use my tongue. I longed to lick that delightful valley and test the tightness of her tiny little arsehole. God I was hot as my hands parted her cheeks and finally exposed the object of my desire. Looking back I am surprised that I didn’t find this dirty, disgusting even (as I know many people do about anal sex). To me, then, it just seemed another way of enjoying Angela’s body and, as she didn’t stop me, I must have unconsciously assumed that it was another way that Angela could enjoy mine.

Leaning forward I licked her just at the bottom of her spine. This caused a shudder as I’m sure she knew what was coming. Back and forth, sideways I licked and kissed then moved lower, into that valley. Even now I can remember the intense excitement, sexual of course, but there was something else – what I don’t know, but it seemed to increase my feelings as I licked down that valley towards her anus. Then I was there!

“Oh god!” from Angela and a pushing back of her bottom to feel me there I suppose. I suppose that, deep down, I must have expected this to taste pretty nasty but there was no sensation of that. I’d tasted of talc of course, all the time, but now just a slight oiliness that certainly wasn’t unpleasant. I learnt later that this was part of Angela getting herself ‘ready’! I started to lick around the tiny hole which had opened, rimming I know it’s called now but that term wasn’t in use in those days. How I enjoyed it. I know Angela did because she was moaning my name and sighing but I this that this position was a bit too much for her. It must have been hurting her legs.

I was mortified when she straightened up and turned round but I needn’t have worried. She raised me up level with her and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue pushing past the nonexistent obstacle of my lips. Then she pulled away and looked at me long and hard.

“God you are a special young man,” she said, “that was bloody lovely.”

I didn’t want to stop. “Can I do it some more, please Angela, please. I liked it,” I ended shyly – why I don’t know.

“Oh yes, oh yes you can do it some more,” and she moved to lay on the bed face down with her legs apart. How I didn’t cum I don’t know. If I had just as much as looked at JT I think I would have shot my bolt. Gorgeous, bloody gorgeous, bloody gorgeous – I could go on for ever. That was the moment I think, the moment that I knew that the female bottom was my weakness, my particular thing. I didn’t worry about it then but I did afterwards.

I knelt between her legs, bent forward, and continued where I’d left off earlier. I noticed the taste again, oily, nutty and not in the least unpleasant. But now I wanted more! Could I get my tongue past that tight little muscle? My thumb had so . . . I rolled my tongue (luckily I’m one of those who can do that) and pushed at the tiny hole in the centre.

Bliss!! It opened and my tongue slipped inside.

“Oh bloody hell Michael,” exploded from Angela and she pushed her bottom back into my face. I was surprised but delighted as my tongue went even further inside. This was so exciting, so sexy. Angela seemed to be enjoying it so I continued then started to fuck her bottomhole with my rolled up tongue.

“Yes, yes you rascal, oh Yessssssssss.” She must have cum I thought. I was pleased that I could make her cum like that but now she pulled away and turned on the bed. “Darling man, darling man, it’s time, I think, for you final lesson!”

Final lesson I thought and my face dropped. She smiled, “Oh don’t worry, lessons are only the beginning. Remember,” she licked her lips sexily, “practice makes perfect!”

I smiled, confident now, “And I’ll get plenty of practice?”

“OH yes, yes you will – plenty. Your lesson!” Could this be . . .? I could hardly contain myself and she must have noticed. She nodded, “Mmm, yes. I want you to fuck me there. Do you want to?”

I could hardly speak, I was so excited. I forced a croaky, “Yes,” past the lump in my throat as she smiled at me.

“Good,” she said with a smile, “I like it there. I think you do too?”

Well I hadn’t been there yet had I but I was bloody certain I would. “Oh Angela,” was about all I could manage as my imagination ran riot.

She kissed me, “Mmm,” she murmured pensively. I think she foresaw the problem! “Let’s get you ready.” I must have looked surprised. She smiled, “I have to put some lubrication on your lovely cock,” she said, “because it’s dry in there.” Oh bloody hell. I was sure that, if she touched me I’d cum.

“Angela, oh Angela I’m so close. Oh I’m sorry!” I was devastated that I might ruin it all.

She caressed my cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Anyway,” she added brightly, “it doesn’t matter does it because you’ll be ready again quickly.” I think she was trying to reassure me because she knew I probably wouldn’t last to actually get it inside her! I didn’t but I’ll get to that!

“Give me the pot on the side,” she said indicating a small jar on the bedside table. She saw my quizzical look, “Don’t worry you sweet angel, I’ll explain everything afterwards, just follow my lead and enjoy yourself. I certainly will with that in my bottom.”

Oh god!!!!!

I gave her the pot and, opening it, she took some cream on to her fingers. It was clear and, as she applied if very gently to my cock, I could feel it’s slipperiness. I had to concentrate like hell and not move a muscle because I was so, so close to cumming. She was finished quickly however, and I thought I’d be OK now but . . .

“Michael darling,” she said giving me the pot, “you have to do me now.” Bloody hell!! I took a deep breath as she turned on her knees, stuck her bottom up in the air and her head down on the bed. She looked back as she opened her legs wider and she smiled. “Go on, put some on me. I think you know where!”

How was I going to hold on? I’m sure I didn’t know. My heart was beating fast and my loins were on fire. I thought my cock and balls would explode with the pressure building down there but I knew I had to do this so I took some on my finger and applied it to her bottomhole, rubbing it round the outside.

“Put some inside as well,” she said throatily. It was obviously affecting her as well!

Taking another dollop on my finger, I pushed it into her bottomhole past the tight ring of her sphincter. “Oh god Michael, that is oooohhhhh . . . lovely! Now it’s time. Kneel up, you know what to do!”

Yes I did but I wasn’t sure I could do it! I knelt and, rather gingerly, took my cock in my hand and directed the head at the tiny little ring of muscle. How will it go in, I thought, but I knew it would because Angela was acting as if it would. I pushed forward, with little style I might add, and my cockhead slid inside her exquisite tightness. It was too much!!

“Oh bloody hell Angela, ANGELA,” I shouted as I began to shoot cum into her arse. She saved the day! She pushed her bottom back as I was cumming – what a feeling – and took me inside over halfway. This made me cum even more. Her rectum, her arsehole, oh god, inside her it was so hot, so tight, so bloody marvellous, I never wanted to leave but I thought I’d better so I began to pull out. I was mortified, ashamed that I’d let her down, cum too early before she’d had her pleasure but, thankfully, she was ready again. I’m sure she knew it would be too much for me.

“Don’t you dare,” she said peremptorily, “push right in. Go on!” My own orgasm had finished by now but I wasn’t softening much despite it being the fifth (?) of the day. The excitement, the sheer physical sensation of pleasure I was getting from my cock in her bottom was sustaining my erection. It felt so bloody wonderful – far better than in front. Tight, hot, and smooth – the lubrication I suppose. These were feelings I never wanted to loose. So I did, I pushed deep inside her until my thighs were tight up against her buttocks.

“Oh my god, you wonderful . . . Oh bloody hell that cock of yours. It feels so good. So big! Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh bloody hell,” she moaned and her rectum squeezed my cock as, I assumed, an orgasm hit her. I was OK now. OK I mean in that I wasn’t ready to cum straight away. I was hard, almost at full strength but the next would be my sixth and, even with the tremendous excitement of her tight bottom, would take a while – thankfully!

She was quiet for a while then she looked back at me, “Oh Michael that is so nice. I want you to fuck me now, fuck my back door just like you fuck the front. Come on you young stallion, fuck my arse and make it last!” I needed no second bidding!

I was excited, terribly excited, by the situation and the feast before my eyes. My cock, rock hard again, splitting the gorgeous softness of her bottom, sticking in between her cheeks and gripped tightly by her rectum and anus. I was conscious of her pleasure though and she had said ‘make it last’ so I did my best.

I held her buttocks, one hand on each, and began to gently rock back and forth moving my cock only a couple of inches in and out of her slippery channel. I could look down and see her anus flexing as I moved, something which has never ceased to excite me. Soon my strokes got longer, more uncontrolled, and I was driving into her, my thighs banging against her buttocks. She must have realised I was getting close but she wanted it to last.

“Mike, Mike,” she called easing me down from my excitement. I looked into her eyes, limpid now, pools of desire as my cock worked it’s magic on her body. “Make it last darling, make it last.” She knew I wouldn’t be able to manage another shot after this one. It was going to be powerful, even I knew that.

Her comments had the effect of slowing me down and I fucked her arse slowly using different strokes, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. We got into a rhythm, moving together – it was unbelievable. I had thought her pussy divine but her bottomhole – there is no word to describe how I felt about it just then. We went on like this for a while then she turned and lifted her head saying, “Mike, Mike darling. I need you to kiss me. It’ll be soon then you’ll have to stop.” Angela enjoyed anal sex almost as much as vaginal but she couldn’t do it after she had her major cum. I suppose the excitement and the feelings leading up to that enabled her to cope with a huge cock in her arse, I don’t know. I only know that, if she did have her final orgasm before I had mine I would always pull out and she would find some other means to bring me off.

Just now I didn’t know that but I knew I was close and I knew I wanted to kiss her. Kiss this wonderful woman who was giving me so much pleasure, allowing me to explore her body. I bent forward and our mouths met in an explosive kiss. Tongue entwined and she thrust her bottom back into me and I thrust forward into her.

My balls exploded, my cock expanded and a feeling of sheer ecstasy encompassed my body. I didn’t think that pleasure like this was possible, indeed I don’t think I have ever reached that plain of pleasure again. Perhaps that’s why I like anal sex so much: I’m trying to get that feeling again, I don’t know. I pumped spunk into Angela, it seemed like gallons, seemed like I would never stop. I felt her squeezing me, milking me, almost sucking the life from me. I was wonderful, absolutely wonderful and, I suspect, turned me into a worshipper of the female bottom.

It finished. I was spent and I mean SPENT. My whole body felt like jelly and I fell to the bed almost in a faint such was the intensity of my orgasm. I think it must have affected Angela as well because she just lay there for a while before moving over to me.

“Oh Michael, Michael darling. That was wonderful, wonderful. Did you like it?”

Did I!!!??? You bet but I was still finding it difficult to speak so I reached up and pulled her head to mine and kissed her, kissed her passionately. “Angela, oh Angela,” I finally managed to say, “that was, oh that was . . . Can we do it again, please?”

She smiled, “You did then?”

“Oh yes Angela, oh yes I did, can we?”

Now she laughed looking down at JT who was certainly hors de combat, past it, fucked if you like, “I doubt YOU, you young rapscallion, are in any fit state to do anything, let alone fuck my arse again. Anyway, once now and again . . . Mike darling, it’s so intense. You understand?”

I did, it was, so I nodded. “Angela, I didn’t realise it would feel like that. It was . . . I don’t know how to describe it . . .”

She smiled, “Darling one, I think you like that more than anything. I thought you might after last week. We’ll do it as often as I can but . . .”

I realised than that I might be something of a trial for her. I suppose that, now I’d actually had her arse, her bottom, I began to realise that, perhaps, it wasn’t usual.

“Teach me about it Angela, please.”

“Mmm, I will,” she said, “over supper. You, rascal, have worn me out. I’m hungry and I’m thirsty. Let’s wash up then get something to eat and drink.” She softened everything with a lovely smile and a soft caress of my cheek, “Oh but I’m so, so lucky to have you,” she ended.

So, off we went into the bathroom to tidy up – and very enjoyable it was too. I always liked this part as well, it was playful, fun, as we washed each other’s bodies. Then, after dressing gowns (I wore one of her silk ones, a wonderful feeling next to the skin), downstairs for a drink and a snack. I know I was bloody hungry! As we sat eating and sipping I felt bold enough to ask her about having her there, her bottom.

“Angela?” I asked tentatively, “errm, about doing it like that . . .?”

She smiled, “I knew you’d like that,” then she said, “well it’s not that unusual. You mustn’t ever say anything about doing that,” she added seriously, “because it’s against the law.”

I was shocked – how could something so enjoyable be wrong. “I don’t understand Angela. You mean it’s not allowed?”

“Yes Mike dear. We could both go to prison for doing that.”

“Prison!!!”

A soft smile, “Yes. Even if we both agree, like tonight, the law says it’s wrong.” Now she laughed, “Bloody silly if you ask me. Can’t see what’s wrong if two people agree.” And that was another lesson I learnt. It isn’t is it. If two people, or more come to that, agree to do things with each other that don’t cause pain, I can’t see that that is wrong. That some other party can judge that. Oh, different of course, completely different if there is force involved, or disagreement, but two adults – it’s silly to think otherwise. Thankfully, that particular law has at last disappeared.

Then, however, I was concerned. Prison!! Angela must have seen my face. “Don’t worry Mike,” she laughed and caressed my cheek, “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t!”

That made me laugh, lean over, and kiss her cheek. “No,” I said, “I won’t tell anyone!” Curiosity took over. “Angela?”

“Mmm.”

Now I was suddenly embarrassed. “Errrmm. I, umm, well I wondered about, you know, getting ready. That stuff we used . . .?”

She smiled softly, “Oh you dear man,” she said. “I’ll explain. I said it’s not unusual to do it there, like that, but it isn’t really designed for it.” Now Angela seemed a bit embarrassed as well. I understand now, it must have been difficult for her but it had been so wonderful for me that I pressed her some more.

“I don’t understand?” I said quizzically. I wasn’t being obtuse on purpose, I really didn’t see what she was getting at. I was still naïve after all!

“Oh Michael, dear! Well. The front, my pussy (she didn’t call it that but I will), is designed for your cock to go in isn’t it?” I agreed with a smile. “Rascal! My bottom isn’t is it?” I raised my eyebrows. “Bottoms aren’t designed that way are they. They aren’t supposed to be used like the front so I have to get ready before you can do that.” She smiled again and caressed my cheek. “I won’t let you do it unless I get ready,” she said.

“Get ready?”

“Yes, empty myself completely,”

“Oh,” is said suddenly realising exactly what she meant, “oh, I see.”

“Yes darling. If the lady doesn’t it can be messy, nasty and even dangerous. You do understand?” Well I did. I could see what she was getting at and it was another valuable lesson. She told me later exactly what she did to get ready, how she used the tube and everything. I realised then that, if I wanted to do that, I’d have to be ready to convince my partner.
Although Angela liked anal sex quite a lot she always found me a bit of a trial there – size can sometimes be a problem as I have found over the years. Some positions she couldn’t manage at all but I always enjoyed anal sex with her a couple of times a month and, because I knew how difficult it was for her, I was always gentle and tender. Because of that, and because I know what it feels like, I have always been careful and considerate with my partners! As you may have guessed, Angela was rather fond of my bum and often used toys on me, even getting me ready a couple of times. It was bloody exciting!

We talked for quite a while about lots of things and until quite late before she turned and said laughing, “Come on you rascal. Anyone would think you were taking and exam in sex. Time for bed, and for SLEEP,” she added as I raised my eyebrows. The she playfully boxed my ears and dragged me upstairs to bed.

Unusually, I woke first in the morning after sleeping the sleep of the dead – I was knackered! I gently eased myself up and looked down at Angela. I always think it’s nice to see your partner like this, shorn of any falseness, anything fake. She was snoring softly, still asleep, and she looked lovely. Oh I know, I know and I’ve said it above, but she was the first and she was teaching me. And the sex, well for a young man just turned 18, it was fantastic so of course I thought that and I will say it again, I always thought she was lovely despite having many more attractive women.

She must have sensed me looking down on her because she woke suddenly, opening her eyes and seeing me there.

“Oh,” she said shocked, “you’re awake! I must go to the bathroom!” and she immediately got up and shot out of the door. Now, she was usually first up and always had her hair done and some make-up on, but this time she was ‘naked’ (well she had pyjamas on but you know what I mean) and I think she felt it. Perhaps she was worried that I would see an ‘old’ woman. It didn’t matter really, all I saw was a woman that I had a great affection for and whom I thought was bloody fabulous.

She came back having groomed herself and, instinctively I suppose, I realised she needed something. “Oh Angela you looked lovely and now you look even lovelier.” I meant it you know and the effect on her was funny. Now I know how to describe it, then I didn’t but it was so sexy. She went all coy, just like a young girl, and flashed a coquettish glance.

“Silly,” she said with a girlish laugh. She didn’t look girlish to me. Again, rather unusually (though not surprisingly considering) I hadn’t woken with a stiff cock but it was stiffening quickly now as I looked at her standing there in pyjamas. I have always found pyjamas attractive on a woman, particularly, in later life, silk (remember Miranda!) and she looked so shaggable standing there!

I got up and walked over to her. I slept, and still do, in silk pyjama bottoms. Angela had brought me a couple of pairs that first weekend and I really enjoyed them. They had a ‘fly’ but no button so my cock was sticking out proudly in front.

She looked down and smiled, “Is that for me?” she said seemingly pleased. I suppose I could pay her no greater compliment could I?

“Yes! Oh Angela, can we, can I?”

“Mmm,” was her response as she held me then marched me back to the bed. “Down rascal, let me suck that cock.”

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth Angela. Please, can we do IT?”

“Do what sweetheart,” she responded, knowing full well but forcing me to say it.

“Can I fuck you, please?”

“Mmm, yes you can. Or, perhaps I’ll fuck you,” she added with a smile. I guessed that meant she was going to be on top. Well, then I didn’t care, I’d just get my cock back into that heaven between her legs – the position didn’t really matter!

“Now lay back and let me play with you. Don’t you cum mind. Control remember!” With that she started on my cock and balls. She told me later that she always enjoyed doing this. It gave her a tremendous charge playing with such a young man. I’ve described how she liked to touch my body, even just look at me, and when she played down there she always stroked my stomach, my legs, hips and thighs. Mind you, this morning she was intent on my cock and balls, balls first in fact, because she kissed, sucked and caressed them until I was near bursting. She didn’t suck my cock at all – good thing really because I would have cum, but just licked around the base. Hell though, it was bloody good!

She raised her head, “Ready?”

“Oh yes!!” was my breathless response and she quickly stood and stripped of her pyjama trousers then, quickly grabbing a condom and rolling it on, straddled my hips. Playing with me had made her wet, it always did, so she had no problem introducing my cock head to her pussy. I had the problem – how not to cum too soon! I managed, mainly by thinking about this afternoon’s game! She didn’t sink all the way down straight away but held my cock with her hand and rested on that with me half inside her.

“Do you like that you little beast,” she said with a sexy smile and heavily lidded eyes that said she did. She didn’t really need to ask me but I nodded anyway.

“Oh bloody hell Angela, bloody hell!” because, by now, her other hand was reaching behind and stroking my balls.

She bounced up and down a couple of time then took her hand away. Bloody hell.

“Oh fuck!!” said Angela.

“Oh fuck!!” I said and almost lost it. I think Angela did! She let out a long sigh then began to ‘ride’ me rather like a rodeo horse! She bounced and rolled then pushed hard down on me as I felt her liquid flow on to my balls. Then she leant forward and covered my mouth with hers before saying, “Oh you lovely, delicious, wonderful young man. Did you cum?”

“No,” I managed to say, “can I?”

She laughed, “Mmm, of course you can. Shall I turn round?” she added with a sultry smile.

I wanted nothing more because I’d see it again wouldn’t I? “Oh Angela,” was about all I could manage and she took it for the ‘yes’ it was. Raising herself slightly she swivelled on my cock, that in itself is an experience, and faced away. Upright at first, she started bouncing again, before leaning forward. Well, you know what that does! It opened the cheeks of her bottom and there it was, her tiny rosebud.

“You know what to do, rascal,” she said and I did. I wetted my middle finger and probed gently at her tiny (did my cock go in there I suddenly thought) arsehole before pushing it inside. It slipped in easily and now Angela began to approach her second orgasm. Mine was on it’s way as I thrust my hips up to meet her downward push, timing each probe of her arse with my finger. It didn’t take long and this time we managed it totally together. I thrust my cock upwards as she began to cum, I could feel the liquid. At the same time my finger went deep into her arsehole and I started to cum, pulsing liquid into her (well the bloody condom anyway).

We were both moaning in pleasure which sadly, and all too soon, dissipated. Angela climbed off and lay back exhausted I think after last night and now this.

“Oh my god Michael, you devil, what am I going to do with you?” she said breathlessly with a smile.

“Fuck me?” I said boldly smiling back.

“Oh you are a rascal,” she said laughing and boxing my ears, “come on, I’ll get your breakfast!” Quickly into the bathroom then downstairs where she was preparing her usual repast for me. She always insisted I have a good breakfast – she said I needed my strength. I cleaned my plate, another thing she insisted: I had two ‘mums’ now, then help clear up before kissing her goodbye. I knew I’d see her for dinner and suddenly thought that she’d probably be telling mum all about us. So, as I walked home, my mind was turning over.

I had a match that afternoon so I had to go home to get my kit, anyway I wanted to see mum, say hello, but I realised as I walked round the block for the second time, that John would be home next weekend and would have been with mum. Now this is strange and I really don’t know how to explain it. I wasn’t conscious of any jealousy where mum and John were concerned, I mainly felt good that she wasn’t ‘alone’ any more, but I knew I didn’t want to see them together like that, you know, just afterwards, in the morning like Angela and me. I knew, also, that I wouldn’t want him to see me and his mum like that.

I can only surmise, looking back, that I was breaking a fairly basic taboo here and, perhaps, hadn’t really put that aspect behind me. I had the sudden understanding that, although this seemed all right just talking about it, it might just be a bit more difficult to deal with when it happened.

I lost count of the times I went round the block thinking about this but, in the end, I pragmatically decided that I would wait and see but I would take my kit to Angela’s on Saturdays!

Although it was a bit strained early on, we did all get used to our ‘arrangement’. I stayed at Angela’s for the whole weekend when John was home, not that he came home that much. He was studying hard for his degree and did only come home four or five times but that was enough for mum to be happy – at least I supposed so. I know I was happy with Angela! Three weekends out of four I would stay with her Saturday nights and fuck! Oh, it calmed down a bit, in the end she couldn’t keep up with me but she did enjoy trying!

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