To hear my neighbor's son talk, one would swear that he'd screwed every girl in the city, and then a few others across this and three other states. Not so. I knew it wasn't true. It was true that he was a handsome young man, and it was true that girls just seemed to swoon in his presence.
But, his sexual adventures were absolutely untrue. My friend, Irma, told me so, and I knew for a fact that he hadn't been on two dates in the past year. I had never seen him leave the house next door on a Friday or Saturday night. Usually, he came over to visit me, of all people. The only girls he screwed were pictures in magazines, for sure.
He was shy, terribly shy, and wouldn't even acknowledge a "hello" from a strange girl at the beach. He didn't know how to respond, and was terribly unsure of himself. All his buddies thought that he must have had the hottest sex life in history. If his right hand could have spoken, they would have known the truth.
I knew that some girl, somewhere, had to help him get over his shyness. I wondered if I could find him a nice girl, someone who would teach him how to have sex, and let him know what a real man he really was.
I decided that it would have to be a job for a real woman: me.
Most people would think it strange that an old lady like me could even think of teaching a young man about sex. Well, let them think it, I thought. I wasn't sexually active with anyone, and there was
no way that either of us could suffer any sort of trouble from doing it. But, I wasn't like, the best looking old broad in the world. I was 47 years old, and had been a widow for five years. I hadn't had much of a sex life, either, unless you consider BOB. Battery-Operated Boyfriend.
So, I had to decide how to do it. Seduce him? Never, that wasn't my style. I would come right out and tell him.
My neighbor, Irma, worked late at night, and Bobby visited me sometimes very late, especially during the summer. I kind of felt like an aunt, or even a grandmother to him. So, one night, when he had come home and his mother wasn't home, I waited till he had gotten time to relax, and I went next door. With my luck, he had been in the shower, and answered the door in his bath robe. He let me in, and went back down the hall to the bathroom. I followed. I waited for about thirty seconds, and then I opened the door.
He stopped in mid-reach, his hand holding a towel against his head, his naked body facing me. Nice dick, I thought...wow indeed! I thought, his balls hanging heavy from the heat of the shower and the fact that it was summer. He had just enough pubic hair, thick and black, above his heavy hanging cock. He wasn't circumsized, but I could see that his dick was slightly elongated, the very tip of the head poking out of the bunched-up flesh there.
Neither of us said a word, as if the moment were frozen in time. He didn't make any moves to cover himself up. I stood there, and unbuttoned my blouse. His eyes widened as I took off my bra, and then, he began to smile, and his cock began to stand up a little, as I pulled down my shorts.
"Anna," he said.
I nodded. "That's me," I said.
"Uh, what's up?" he asked, standing there naked.
"You are, apparently," I said, pointing at his semi-hard, growing cock.
He looked down and then moved his hands in front of his cock. I finished stripping, then stepped into the shower and turned on the water. "You dry off, while I take a quick shower," I said.
I washed myself quickly and then stepped out of the shower, and Bobby still stood there, his hard dick sticking straight up in the air. I took the towel from him and dried myself, and then simply got on my knees in front of his stiff dick. I leaned forward and wrapped my fingers around it, stroking upward on it as I put it in my mouth.
Running my tongue over the head of it, I heard him give a low moan of pleasure. I took it out of my mouth, and moved my tongue to his balls, licking them and sucking them into my mouth, one at a time. His balls were nice and hairy, and very fat. I liked big balls on a man.
I went back to his dick then, taking it all the way into my mouth, until my chin was pressed against his balls and my nose was stuck in the downy patch of his pubic hair. I swallowed, sucking on his cock with the back of my throat.
I could feel his orgasm building. His knees were knocking, his breath was coming in gasps, and there were little muscle jerks in his belly. Then he groaned, and his fat dick jerked in my mouth. I swallowed his cum as it squirted out of the head of his fat dick, and kept swallowing with his cock at the back of my throat.
He finished, and I pulled my mouth away from his hard dick. I got the towel and dried it off, and then took him by the hand to his bedroom. I lay on the bed and spread my legs. He didn't need an invitation. He jumped on me, pressing his hard cock against my hairy, hot, wet pussy. He entered me with ease, and shoved his cock into me all the way up to his balls in one quick, easy motion.
He began to thrust, and went faster and faster, his balls slapping against my ass. Then, he started fucking me in a screwing motion, moving his cock from side to side deep inside me.
All the while, he had my nipples between his lips and tongue, sucking on them like a champion. He thrust faster and faster, and then slowed down just as I came, rubbing his cock slowly against my clit.
Then he thrust one final time, sending hot loads of jism into me, load after load of cum shooting deep inside my pussy. Slowly, he pulled off me and lay on the bed beside me.
That began a clandestine affair between me and my neighbor's son that lasted two years. Then, he joined the Navy, and well, I don't see him as often. But, when he comes home on leave, we fuck the night away.
--- Anna K., Wilmington, VI
