an older woman

[icekewl]

something that i often fantasise about........

I turned and knew my face had instantly reddened. It was Mrs Johansen, my best friend Jake's mother. Why did my face turn red? Simple! She just happened to be one of the women who set my loins afire.

A woman I'd seen so often in visits to Jake's home. I'd seen her in a track suit jogging to the local gym. I'd seen her in tight dresses that emphasised every curve of her wonderfully proportioned body. Oh, I'd seen her in so many modes, but the most exciting were those times I'd seen her in her skimpy bikini, sunbathing on their patio. Trying to talk casually to her on those occasions was like trying to breath underwater, as my eyes took in the incredible stretches of smooth skin.

She may have been my friend's mother, but just about every time I'd seen her I'd get the beginnings of an erection. It wasn't just the allure of that shapely body. There was also a clouded look about her eyes when she smiled at me in greeting. A sort of furtive promise, which I had put down to my over active imagination.

Jake had told me she had just been eighteen when he was born so that made her thirty six years old. A lady who had married too young, and divorced when Jake was only ten.

And there she was regarding my with cool sexuality from those shadowed eyes as she leaned on her supermarket trolley. She was wearing a pink blouse, unbuttoned low enough to reveal the gentle foothills of her gorgeous breasts.

A couple of beads of sweat had gathered just above that valley, and I had this terrible urge to lean down and lick them away. And that so familiar stiffening in her presence had me ensuring my trolley was covering me.

Her eyes regarded me knowingly, "You look a little flustered, Danny. Shopping not agree with you? Or is it the heat?"

I could have honestly told her it was the heat, but it had nothing to do with the steaming outside temperatures.

She passed a well manicured hand over her brow, "It is awfully hot today, isn‘t it? Can I give you a lift home?"

I only lived a block away from Jake.

"And maybe you would help me get all my packages into the house. Then we can have a nice cooling drink"

I knew that Jake would not be back from university until the following week whereas my own college had packed up for Summer a week earlier. The prospect of sharing a cool drink alone with her filled my head with a confusion of feelings. Would I do or say something stupid? Why was she inviting me back when Jake wasn't there, anyway?

I could see that her trolley wasn't that full. There wouldn't be a load to carry from the car. But despite my uncertainty I managed to say, "All right. Thank you."

All the way in the car I sat rigidly aware of her nearness, and the movement of her smooth knees and thighs, jutting from her brief Summer shorts as she drove. She spoke again of the unbearable heat at this time of year. "I'm showering four times a day."

I gave her a quick glance and imagined water streaming over that long golden hair and then down over those breasts. I stopped looking and clenched my hands over my groin.

She parked on her driveway and went to open the front door, her legs, long and golden tanned, jutting from the white shorts she wore.

I took her supermarket bags from the back seat, still thinking that she wouldn't have had much trouble handling them herself. However, when I reached the front door, she gave me that soul-wrecking smile as she reached to take the bags from me. "There are three big boxes in the boot, Danny. Would you put them in the garage please?"

Still unsure of what I was doing there, I opened the garage door, and when I lifted the trunk lid there were three large cardboard boxes. By the time I'd lifted the three out I was panting heavily and sweating like crazy even though I was only in T-shirt and shorts. Those boxes must have contained some kind of furniture pack because each one weighed a ton.

When I went up to the front door she smiled and confirmed that, indeed, the packs were a set of drawers she was going to put up in the garage. She handed me a glass, "Nice cool orange juice," she said. Then she added, "Oh, you are all sweated up. They were heavy, weren't they? I was lucky to find such a strong young man to help me" And her slender fingers ran from my elbow up to my shoulder. "So muscular." Breathing became difficult.

Her next suggestion had the sweat increasing all over my body, "Look I've got you in this state. Why don't you take a shower upstairs? I'll be taking one myself shortly."

I was so uncertain but was on the verge of refusing her offer when her hand closed over my arm. "Really I'd be glad of the company."

She wanted my company? And she'd touched me twice. Was that significant? In spite of the confusion of thoughts and inhibitions in my untutored mind I stepped inside and she pointed up the stairs. "It's second door on the left." I had been in the house often enough to know that already.

I decided to go through with this quickly. In the brightly tiled bathroom I stripped off and stepped into the large shower space. I set the water temperature so that it was refreshing without being too cold.

I had stood there relishing the flow for less that a minute when I jumped as the shower door opened. Through the water streaming over my face and eyes I saw Mrs Johansen smiling and totally naked, stepping in beside me. She was too close for me to see lower but her breasts were as rounded and high as I'd always thought, and as the water streamed through that golden hair and down just as I'd earlier imagined she said," No point in wasting water, is there?"

Nervous and not knowing where to look next, I kept my back half turned away as my cock had already jumped to at least half mast.

"Mrs Johansen---this--this isn't---I shouldn't--"

She placed a hand on my shoulder, "Call me Janice---I can't be Mrs Johansen in this situation, can I?"

She turned her back, "Come on, Danny. Rub some of that gel into my back."

Not sure whether I'd forgotten how to breathe I reached for the bottle of gel, and proceeded to rub it over her incredibly smooth skin. Telling myself this couldn't really be happening, I kept to her shoulders and middle back until she turned her head.

"You can go lower, Danny."

to be continued if the bros here like this.......

[icekewl]

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[Harrier24B]

do the bros her who viewd this like the story?

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Read this before somewhere already......

[sg_boytoy]

Read this before somewhere already......

This I agree with Bro Harrier :D

Nice copy and paste job, Bro icekewl. Please do not be offended if I was wrong, you might really be fantasizing about patio sunbathing and summer breaks :p

[4play]

No problem by me. Please continue. Thanks

[dan8899]

Never read it before bro icekewl, please continue. Thank you.

[siambee]

think i have read it in a website of angmoh sex story also. but bro, u can carry write/copy it :p

[icekewl]

thanks for the brothers that supported me.

for those that read it before, and those complimented me for the cut and paste job, please note that i never claimed to be the author nor asserted any copyright over it.

just enjoyed the story and thought xome bros here may like it. decided to cut it into parts so that would not flood the whole story one shot......

cheers again to those who enjoyed it.

[icekewl]

and here goes with part 2:-

And with hands that trembled with the excitement of it I rubbed gel over the superb swell of her buttocks. "Oh, you have good touch, Danny."

A little less nervous, I stepped up my massaging, and in doing so, got indiscreetly close so that my now rampant cock nudged against her buttocks.

She giggled, "My goodness what can that be? A baseball bat in the shower?"

And reaching back, her moist fingers closed around my cock. I almost collapsed with the shock of her touch. This was a first, and I feared I would cum immediately. Then she whirled to face me.

Her eyes staring earnestly into mine.

"You like me, Danny?"

"Oh, yes---but---"

"No buts, Danny---I know about---well---your inexperience---"

So, I was right, the whole world did know. Then I realised that Jake would have let it slip sometime.

Jake! I was naked in a shower and his mother was tenderly caressing my erection.

I mouthed some stumbling words about my concerns. And her lips gently settled on mine in a brief kiss. "No one need ever know, Danny. It is our secret. Call it my belated birthday present to you. I'll certainly never talk about it."

And we stood there in the streaming water staring at each other for a moment, her fingers gently moving up and down my cock. I'm not certain what tangle of thoughts filled my mind at that point---a hotch potch of ill-matched words like, 'opportunity', 'shame', 'dirty', 'chance', 'caress', 'desire', 'feel'.

Then her lips slid down over my chest, as she bent that golden head down over my belly---No, she wasn't going to--? Yes, she was. Her tongue licked along my whole swollen length, then back while her hand held my pounding scrotum.

God, what if I should cum in her face? Her tongue licked around the purple head, tickled around the rim. I had to look down, ablaze with the excitement of watching her do this.

She looked up once, taking the force of the shower in her face and the next instant she bent again and I felt her mouth envelope my cock completely. Her tongue and lips worked along and around it drawing my length to the very back of her throat. Her head bobbed forward and back in an intoxicating rhythm. What amazed me was that she appeared to be enjoying it.

There was nothing that could have prepared me for this moment, totally lost to her ministration I felt a huge welling in my scrotum. "I'm going to cum," I gasped, and her head merely nodded, and that very nodding brought me on.

Desperately I tried to draw back from treating her in this way but her hands held my buttocks, encouraging my climax to pump all my juices into her throat.

God, it was marvellous, yet I wanted to bury my face in shame. Shame at the act, shame at my weakness. Shame at what I had done to her. But oh, at the same time all my urges were to jamb my cock down her throat.

As my limp organ slipped from her mouth and the teeming waters washed away the last vestiges of my cum, she stood up to hear my abject apologies.

"Oh, Danny," she laughed, wrapping her arms around me. "I expected it. It was your first. I'm honoured."

Honoured? I was ashamed and she was honoured. Had I so much to learn? My fuddled brain could not fully comprehend how this had all come about. Had it been her intention to do this? Or was it just impulse?

Her voice broke into my confusion, as she took my hands and placed them on her water splashed breasts."Let's get dried." And she turned off the shower.

Magic moment, that touch, the soft spongy sensuality of her body. The breasts I had admired from a distance were under my hands.

Outside the cubicle she handed me a towel and picking one up herself began rubbing at my body.

"Come on, Danny. Return my favours." So, tentatively, I began dabbing at her shoulders with the towel. Down her arms and she twisted her body so the towel trailed across her breasts. "They won't give you electric shocks," she laughed.

Yes, they will, I thought.

She busily moved down my body, paying lavish attention to my genital area. "You are very well built." she said. "But I knew you would be."

Had she even thought about me in this way before that day? I had to ask.

She stood up straight her breasts jutting towards me and said, with just a slight sensuous clouding of her eyes, "I've been looking at you for a long time. You are a handsome lad---sorry---young man. And, more importantly, you have the body of a gladiator."

"But you're so beautiful---I never thought---that Jake's---" She put a finger up to my lips.

"No mention of outside things for us, Danny. But I'm glad you find me beautiful."

She glanced down, "And you're so strong. Look you're rising to the occasion already."

I looked, and saw my cock was at half mast again, stimulated by those breasts so close, those shadowed eyes, so sensuous. She held out her hand to take mine, "Would you like to lie on the bed with me?"

This was leading exactly where I could never have dreamed. I wasn't so dim that I didn't know that if I lay on the bed with her we wouldn't just lie there. Nervous, excited, knowing that such on opportunity would be rare, and burying that sense of guilt over who she was---my best friend's mother, I allowed myself to be led into the bed room.

[icekewl]

part 3:-

When she lay back across the bed totally naked, legs slightly apart, I realised that I hadn't noticed that her pubic hair was exactly the colour of that on her head--a real natural blonde. I stood at the edge of the bed looking agape at the wondrous sight of that body on offer to me. The pink tip of those breasts, the curve from hip to thigh, the delicate lips peeping from that lower blonde bush. I had already cum once too quickly. Just looking at her lying there I feared it might happen again.

She seemed to peer into my thoughts, "Don't waste time staring, Danny. You are allowed to touch."

"I don't know how." I can't believe I said that. What a dumb-ass I must have sounded.

"I'm going to show you, help you."

Tentatively, I kneeled down beside her, placing my hands cautiously on her shoulders.

"Oh, how gentle," she said with a kind smile. "Kiss me, Danny."

I had kissed girls, so felt I could manage that. But kissing Janice Johansen was nothing like I'd experienced before. The moment my lips touched hers, her tongue was searching for mine. I had tongued with girls but it had never sent such tingling through my cheeks down my throat, to my very fibre. My cock instantly leapt to fully erect.

My hands, almost automatically, moved down from her shoulders and I let them glide gently over each breast, sensing the rising nipple under each hand.

She broke the kiss to murmur," Nice touch, Danny. Finger my nipples."

I did as advised and let my fingers play over those fascinating buttons, feeling them grow to my touch. Again she broke our kiss, "Mouth them Danny. "

Oh, God I was going to kiss those breasts. I was going to put my mouth over those slopes that I'd admired under blouses or jutting from the bikinis I'd seen her in.

My mouth travelled over the fantastic smooth skin of her shoulder and down onto the rise of the gorgeous globes. "Listen to my breathing, Danny. You'll know what's good for me."

I ran my lips up the slope of her right breast to the nipple and then on impulse moved my mouth all around the incredible mound, licking gently as my mouth moved. It was the first time my mouth had touched a breast sexually, and it was just fabulous. In one insane sensation I had the urge to place my now rampant cock against her breasts. It seemed natural to share the sensation they gave me.

As though she'd read my thoughts, her hand reached out and grasped my aching eager cock and drew it, as she turned her body, to butt against her nipples. Then she placed it between her breasts and I was able to squeeze them together around it. As I automatically heaved my hips upwards, she bowed her head to kiss the bulbous purple head jutting from the top of her breasts.

What a sensational feeling it was.

"Down now, Danny. Down---your hands---feel my flat belly. Yes, flatten your hands there."

I was sorry to have to move my cock and my attention away from her breasts, but realised that there was a richer field to plough. My hand did as instructed and spread across the incredible flatness of her belly.

I circled my hand and watched her face pucker with passion, her eyes closing, her breathing getting shorter, becoming a series of gasps.

My fingers touched the furriness of her pubic mound, trailed there, such an intoxicating moment. Oh, here I was, so close to what I'd heard about, what I'd read about, what I thought I'd never be able to experience.

My middle finger in the course of my fluttering action touched on a little groove and I heard her grunt. I pushed my finger further over the groove which ran back between her widespread legs.

This was it, wasn't it? This was the ultimate goal of male desire. The secret part of a woman. At first, as my finger ran along the groove it was like a tightly closed mouth.

Very quickly, as my fingers played, the mouth began to pout, lips broadening. Moist now. And then my finger sank in, as though those lips closed around it. My racing mind remembered the book word 'labia'. That's where I was. I was caressing a woman's labia. I began moving my fingers further back, knowing that there should be a hole.

But as I probed deeper, her hand grabbed my wrist and gently drew my fingers back to the front part of her lower lips. "Just there, Danny," she murmured. "Feel it. Feel my clit."

Yes, I knew that word. This was important. And as her hand guided my fingers to an exact spot in that sensuous valley, I became aware of a small nub of flesh. A little button that swelled as my finger lingered on it. "Yes, yes," she gasped. And I rubbed gently over and around it, aware that her thighs were trembling, and her breathing was heavier.

"Oh, God, tongue it, Danny. Please, tongue it."

Tongue it? Did she mean---could she mean---put my mouth there?. Very firmly her hand nudged my head downwards. I turned my body so that we were head to tail, and I was looking at my own fingers rubbing in folds of pink petals. The golden hair surrounding it was lank with moisture, as I bent my head uncertainly towards that subtle spot.

What kind of taste would it have? The odour was exciting, when I would have expected it to be rank. Tentatively I nuzzled my lips among that moist pinkness, heard her moan softly. Her tongue trailed along my cock, giving me greater impetus to explore. My tongue licked. The taste was creamy. The texture mind-blowingly tender. Without any great difficulty my tongue found her clit, bigger than ever now. After giving it several generous licks, which caused her mouth to plunge around my cock, I sucked on it gently drawing it along my tongue.

My hands were free so I was able to trace beyond where my mouth was working and easily slipped into a very damp chasm. This is the vagina, my technical bookwormery told me. But then all technicality and naming of parts were forgotten as the thought of what I was doing, and what her mouth was doing to me, took over.

I feared I would burst once again in her mouth, everything was so intense. But at that point she pulled her mouth away from my cock and almost screamed," Get it into me, Danny. Into me. Quick. Quick."

And she pushed frantically at my hips to turn me again and I scrambled around to lie between her widespread thighs. She half sat up to grasp my cock and guide it to its target.

Soft and wide, that was the first sensation, as my cock entered her. My initial thrust was cautious but she jerked her hips at me and I was deep inside her. I was doing it and the rhythm of it was automatic, although her hip movements and the pulling of her vaginal muscles were tremendous incentives.

I was able to bury my face between her breasts while letting my piston movements become ever greater. From the pitch of her breathing I knew that she must be near and knew for certain that my balls were ready to explode. I wriggled a little higher so that my cock seemed to run the length of her labia before plunging up to her cervix, and on the third such motion, her head tossed, she gave out a groaning scream, and her hips rose up to meet mine, bursting my own dam.
We heaved there in that ecstatic moment, our pelvises locked and rocking, and I felt myself cumming like it would never end. Felt as though my cock head was seeking to explore beyond the natural limits.

But all good things come to an end, and as we subsided from our towering climax she whispered, "You are now a fully fledged non-virgin, Danny."

We did it twice more and she showed me different positions, but when it was over she held my head between her hands and said with genuine sadness, "That's all, Danny. There can be no more between us. Jake will be home day after tomorrow. He can't know about this."

I agreed, but I told her of how grateful I was and she said the feeling was mutual.

Just before I left she told me that she had a friend who had a penchant for younger men, "I think you could learn a lot from her, Danny. She is unattached and has no family ties. Would you like me to fix something up?"

I didn't know what I might be letting myself in for but the notion seemed intriguing so I said, "Yes, please."

I'd screwed my best friend's mother, if I could take risks like that what could be wrong with someone unattached? I'd soon find out, but that is another story.

[sg_boytoy]

thanks for the brothers that supported me.

for those that read it before, and those complimented me for the cut and paste job, please note that i never claimed to be the author nor asserted any copyright over it.

just enjoyed the story and thought xome bros here may like it. decided to cut it into parts so that would not flood the whole story one shot......

cheers again to those who enjoyed it.

Don't worry about my "cut and paste job" comment, it's just that obvious ang moh names and ang moh terms like "summer break" threw me off initially.

Appreciate your consideration to split the story into parts for easy reading.

Nice touch :D

[icekewl]

yet another story.
hope u bros like it.
if u do, u know how to show your appreciation.......


I'd watched Mrs. Johanson, our neighbor's wife, since I was eleven.

When I was eighteen, I was still in high school. I wouldn't graduate until June, and had 3 months left to go. During the seven years since that time I had watched Mrs. Johanson, a lot had changed. My folks had gotten divorced. (That was hard, mostly because of the fighting that happened before my dad moved out.) And Mr. and Mrs. Johanson had had their share of fights, too. But, they didn't separate. He had left for about 5 months a few years ago, during which time my teenage lust went crazy over the woman next door.

My dad was gone, and my mom knew how hard it could be to suddenly be a woman alone, so she had me go over and help Mrs. Johanson with things like yard work and so on. Mrs. Johanson was grateful to me, appreciative of the effort. She had no idea how much I was pleased to have the opportunity to see her alone!

I'd go over and she'd still sunbathe. (Though, never topless while I was around. I'd sneak up into the old treehouse every now and then and watch. It was harder when I was older, but I still got off every time.)I also found out by accident that, from our roof on the side between the houses, I could see into the Johanson's bedroom window. I was doing some repairs with my dad when I found out, but didn't put that knowledge to good use until about a year later.

I'd go out there and watch at night as Mrs. Johanson would get ready for bed. Or come out of the shower and dress, or change her clothes. The best night was the time Mr. Johanson was away, and she was in bed watching porn off the satellite tv in their room. I watched her play with her massive breasts and masturbate, while I jerked off watching in secret. Oh, how I wished I could do more than watch her!

My wish came true a few weeks ago...

Mr. Johanson was going away for business for about three weeks. So, my mom asked me to make sure and check in on Mrs. Johanson, "Emily", to see if there was anything I could do for her. I was all too glad to agree!

Anyhow, Mrs. Johanson had me working in their back yard, trimming the hedges and weeding and so on. I was working hard, my shirt off because it was a warm southern California day, when Mrs. Johanson, Emily, came out with some lemonade.

I took it gratefully, and noticed that Mrs. Johanson's nipples were sticking out through her top. I assumed it was cold in the house, but I did enjoy the view. She must have noticed me noticing because she blushed slightly. Our fingers touched as I handed her back the glass.

"Thank you, Mrs. Johanson," I said.

"Please, Emily, Jack. Call me 'Emily.' 'Mrs. Johanson' makes me sound so old..."

"Well, alright, Emily," I replied with a smile. "But there's no way you seem old to me."

She blushed again at the compliment, and kind of looked absently at the glass in her hand for a moment before brushing her hair away from her face and smiling back.

"Thank you, Jack! That's very sweet of you to say..."

I meant it. At thirty-something, maybe even early forty-ish, Mrs. Johanson was a knockout. I longed to take those huge tits of hers in my mouth and suck like crazy! And her wide hips, and her legs - I wanted to jerk off as a form of goddess worship, offering up my sticky seed to her, if she'd let me.

"Not at all, Mrs. - Emily. You're quite a hottie, if you don't mind me saying so."

Again, that girlish blush.

"Oh, Jack... You must have a girlfriend or two, don't you?" She looked at me with a strange glint in her eye. Almost jealous?

"No - not really. I mean, yeah, I've gone out with a couple of girls from school. But, nothing serious. Nothing lasted more than a couple of months." Besides, I thought to myself, you've been my secret desire for years... Forget these teenage girls. Yeah, they looked great, some of them. But brainless. Still figuring things out.

"Well, I'm sure you have no trouble with women," Mrs. Johanson said and took the glass away. I noticed that she paused and looked back before going in the house.

I finished the work I had and waited around outside. Usually, Mrs. Johanson would have come out by now to sunbathe or swim. Today, she had something else in mind...

I let myself in the sliding door. The house was pleasantly cool, and it felt good to be out of the heat.

"Mrs. Johanson?" I called quietly. "Emily?"

I heard a sound from the back rooms, from the direction of the bedroom. My pulse picking up, I crept back softly.

The bedroom door was ajar, and I stopped outside, looking through the crack in the door.

"Emily?" I asked again. My throat felt tight and I was nervous and excited at the same time.

I heard a low moan from the bathroom.

Sneaking over, Mrs. Johanson had left the bathroom door open, and I could see her in the bathtub/shower from their huge mirror. She was standing in the shower, running the shower massager over her mound, as I watched. I was in heaven!

Her eyes were closed, and she must not have heard me come in. My cock sprang to attention immediately.

"Do I dare?" I asked myself.

I watched as I debated.

Mrs. Johanson had one hand down, pulling her pussy lips apart, and then focused the massager on her clit. She began biting her lip, and moaning low, like she was trying to hide the sound from someone.

As she began to orgasm, she pressed the shower massager into her pussy while she held onto the top of the shower for support. As she finished, her eyes slowly opened, and I could see her seeing me in the reflection.

"Oh shit!" I thought. I backed away. Not so much embarassed as confused about what to do. How would she handle my having watched her orgasm?

Instead of getting upset, Mrs. Johanson decided to reward me instead...

Pretending she hadn't noticed, Emily turned off the shower and stepped out. She began to towel herself off, humming softly to herself and admiring herself in the mirror. She pushed her boobs together, holding them up and checking herself out. Then she lowered her head and licked one of her nipples. I thought I saw her sneak a peek to see if I was still watching, and she smiled when she saw I was.

Making a little noise, Mrs. Johanson readied herself to come out of the bathroom. I took that as a hint, and snuck back to the living room.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Johanson came out, wrapped in a robe.

"Oh, Jack! I didn't know you were there," she said with an odd smile. "I guess you're through with the yard."

"Yeah," I said. "I was just wondering if you - uh - needed help with anything else?" I was really trying not to be a sleaze, and was sincere about it. But, well, I can't help it if she thought I was making a pass. Maybe I was, subconsciously.

Mrs. Johanson smiled. There was an odd look in her eye. Hungry, but kind of nervous. I guess that was how I must have looked, too.

"Jack," she said. "I could use you for something else..."

My pulse quickened, and my dick began to bulge.

"Oh? What's that, Mrs. - Emily?"

She smiled and came over to me. She looked nervous, like we were on a first date and about to start making out - that kind of look. Taking my hand, she said, "I need your opinion about something."

My opinion? "Y - yeah. Okay, sure, Emily." I swallowed. Her hand on mine felt warm, and I felt mine get sweaty.

"Come with me," Emily said and pulled me along behind her.

My dick was totally bulging in my shorts by the time we got to the bedroom.

Mrs. Johanson paused a moment outside the door, knowing that crossing that threshhold might mean a lot of things.

"Emily?" I asked gently. "I'd love to help..."

That seemed to decide her. Gripping my hand tightly, Mrs. Johanson drew me into her bedroom and closed the door.

"Jack," she said, beginning to open her robe. "I need to know - do you think I'm... pretty?" She turned to me, and revealed that she was wearing this one-piece, see-thru, black lace body suit straight out of Victoria's Secret. It had high, French cut waists, revealing much of her hips and most of her waist. Her breasts were only patrially concealed, the hardened nipples clearly visible through the fabric.

I must have dropped my jaw, and stood there gawking.

[icekewl]

And part 2:_



"Do you think I still look sexy?" she asked me, smiling at the obvious effect she had had on me. Looking down, she could see my bulge straining to get out of my shorts.

"You know," she said, relaxing and enjoying my attentions, "In all these years you've come over to help me, you've never asked for anything in return." She licked her lips, and stepped close to me. I could smell the clean scent of her skin, and feel her breath on my face. Her hand drifted down, brushing my hard on through my shorts.

I made a small moan, and Mrs. Johanson gasped slightly as she touched my bulge.

We looked at each other. I was unsure just how far I could go. She seemed nervous that I might reject her. She had no idea how long I've wanted to do exactly this!

"Would you be willing to accept a little thank you?" she asked, leaning closer to me. Her lips were almost touching my own.

"Yes, Mrs. Jo - yes, Emily. I'd love it. In fact, I've been dreaming of that for years!"

Emily smiled, her face seeming suddenly ten years younger at my admission. She kissed me, then, gently. It was one of those wonderful, tentative "first kiss" moments. The whole world seemed swallowed up by just that sensation, and the rush of blood to my penis.

Emily's hand began to rub me through my shorts. I could feel her beautiful, full breasts against my chest, the lace scratching a little on my bare skin. I grabbed her ass as I pulled her closer, kissing her more fully.

Mrs. Johanson broke the kiss, looking at me with eyes hungry, but unsure if this was really happening.

"Mrs. Johanson," I said, my voice tight with desire, "I've wanted to fuck you since I was twelve and knew what fucking was!"

Emily laughed, blushing. Her hand stroked my belly with just the tips, making me shiver with pleasure. "Really?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I said. Her hand slid down and popped the catch of my shorts. I gasped a little, loving every second. "I had my first orgasm watching you sunbathe."

Her eyes smiled, and she blushed again.

I reached up and gently, savoringly, caressed her left breast. I slipped my finger under the strap, and felt her wonderful, hard nipple. She moaned, leaning slightly against me, as I played with her.

"You did?" she asked dreamily, giving herself to her pleasure.

Her hand tugged my shirts down, and I kicked them off. I slipped off my boxers, too, and stood there letting her enjoy my hard dick between us.

"Oh, Jack!" she sighed. Getting down on her knees in front of me, Emily caressed my cock, looking at it wonderingly. "You have grown up, haven't you?" She laughed lightly.

"I have at that, Emily," I said. I wanted her. I wanted her bad! Now. "And I've dreamed of this for years," I said.

Mrs. Johanson made a small moan and slid her lips over the head of my cock.

I was in heaven! Looking down, I watched her as she sucked my dick. She began to work me like she hadn't had any sex in a while, hungry and forceful. I could see her beautiful breasts, and I reached down to play with them as she sucked me off.

I pulled the straps off her shoulders, and Emily paused giving me head just long enough to slip her arms out of them. Her breasts were large enough that the body-suit didn't fall off right away.

"Mrs. Johanson? Please - I want to... I have so wanted to... cum... on your beautiful breasts. May I? Please?"

Emily seemed flattered, and pulled the suit away. It slid down the front of her body, and I could see her cleavage exposed, and her tits just ready for fucking.

"Of course, Jack," she said huskily. "I want you to..."

Oh fuucckk - yeah! Jerking me with her hand, Emily sucked my cock and stroked me until I was about ready to cum.

"Please, Mrs. Johanson! Please! I want to... I want to..."

"Cum on me, Jack!" she told me. She jerked me hard and fast and I came. "Oh yeah - that's it! Cum on me, Jack! Cum all over my tits! That's it!" she crooned as I jizzed all over her huge breasts.

Emily milked my cock, getting every drop out onto her throat, neck, and tits. Then she rubbed my dick against her face. She rubbed my cum into her skin as I stood there, panting.

"My, my, Jack! Such a messy boy!" she said with a smile.

I reached down and tweaked a nipple, causing Emily to moan. It hardened immediately.

"Oh, fuck, yeah... Mrs. Johanson," I sighed.

Emily stood, letting her body suit slip down her legs. I saw her completely naked, her beautiful body just asking to be worshipped in every way imaginable.

"You're fucking beautiful," I said.

Emily smiled, pleased. "Really? Do you really think so, Jack?"

"Oh, fuck, yes, Emily. Fuck yes!"

Emily laughed, a deep, throaty laugh. "I'm glad you think so. I'm very gald to hear it!"

I stepped to her, no longer caring about consequences. "I want you, Emily! I want to fuck you. I want to make love to you, all day long."

I kissed her, hard. She resisted a little, at first, but soon was returning my hungry kisses.

I could smell her wetness, and feel the heat of her against my thigh.

My cock pressed aginst her belly, her hard nipples against the bare skin of my chest, and I pushed her onto the bed.

"Jack!" she said with lust-filled delight.

"I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Johanson, like I have always dreamed!" I growled and crawled on top of her. Her boobs fell awkwardly to each side, and I straddled her stomach.

"I'm going to fuck you, Emily," I said, looking intently into her eyes.

Emily went quiet, giving herself into my hands, acquiescent to my desires.

Emily pressed her breasts together, and I slid my dick between them. Back and forth, I fucked them. It was better than I had imagined!

"Here, let me help," Mrs. Johanson said, scooting up so she could tilt her head up and catch the tip of my dick with her mouth at the end of each forward thrust. I was fucking her tits and getting head at the same time!

"Mmmmm!" I moaned and kept doing that for a few minutes. But what I really wanted was further down...

Slipping my cock from her tits, I slid down Emily's body until my dick was between her legs. She opened them wider, her eyes on mine, as I slid my cock into her wet pussy.

Oh fuck, did she feel good! Hot and wet.

I bent my head and sucked on her massive breasts, taking her nipples between my lips and flicking them with my tongue.

Mrs. Johanson seemed to enjoy it, tossing her head and moaning, meeting my thrusts with her own.

"Oh please, Jack," she moaned. "Keep it up! I'm going to cum - just keep sucking on my tits!"

So, she liked that, eh? I happily obliged.

I thrust faster, ready and wanting to cum inside her pussy as hard and deep as I possibly could. As I readied for orgasm, I nearly bit her nipples, tweaking them with my lips as I shot my seed inside her.

"Ooooh yessss..." I groaned.

Emily bucked and pulled me tighter, crushing my face against her breasts. "Oh, oh, oh," she made short little gasps of pleasure.

I pulsed my cock inside her, expelling as much cum as I could.

Mrs. Johanson cried. She hugged me aginst her, and I felt her sob.

"Mrs. Johanson? Emily?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

She laughed, and smiled awkwardly, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"Thank you, Jack!" she whispered, squeezing me and wrapping her legs around my waist, not letting me slide from her just yet. "You made me feel so young, again! And beautiful..."

"Mrs. Jo - Emily - you are beautiful! And so incredibly sexy! Shit, thank you for making my dreams come true!"

She kissed me, and I kissed her back.

The phone rang, breaking the moment.

Reality flooded back in. Was it Mr. Johanson?

Emily slid from me, half rolling on her side, as she reached for the phone by the bed. I enjoyed the view of her body stretched out, her beautiful huge breasts falling in front of her, her ass, so shapely, just begging to be fucked from behind.

"Hello? Oh, hello, Nancy." It was my mother. "Oh, yes - yes, Jack's finished with the yard." My dick got hard again from the sight of Emily's body, and I pushed my cock against her ass, making her giggle.

"What's that? Oh - uhm - well, you see - actually, I'm going to take him out to eat. Is that alright?" Mrs. Johanson reached back to stop me from tickling her with my cock. But she kept her hand wrapped around it, enjoying its hardness, as she spoke to my mom. "I wanted to thank him for all he's done for me, over the years..." she gave my dick a playfull squeeze. "Great! I won't keep him late, I promise! I mean what would people say?" she laughed, and then hung up the phone.

Rolling onto her back, continuing to stroke my cock, she gazed at me with a playfull grin.

"So, I guess we have the rest of the afternoon," she smiled seductivley. "Whatever shall we do with all the time?"

"I have an idea," I smiled and lowered myself down upon her again, kissing her passionately.



hOW BROS...................

[sg_boytoy]

hOW BROS...................

For your copy and paste effort and clearly stating that it's a story from another source, I applaud your integrity on this one *CLAP CLAP CLAP*, swee boh? :p

[icekewl]

thanks bro.....

in another thread, where i posted something passed to me by my GF i kena whack lah cos ppl say i fraud lah plagarise lah...... very very sad.

anyway, hope th ebros can understand - am very honest if i didnt write the story and took it from soemwhere else, will certainly say. there is no honour in claiming that someone else's work is yours..........



For your copy and paste effort and clearly stating that it's a story from another source, I applaud your integrity on this one *CLAP CLAP CLAP*, swee boh? :p

[4play]

Great Man & Thanks For Being Honest

[sg_boytoy]

thanks bro.....

in another thread, where i posted something passed to me by my GF i kena whack lah cos ppl say i fraud lah plagarise lah...... very very sad.

anyway, hope th ebros can understand - am very honest if i didnt write the story and took it from soemwhere else, will certainly say. there is no honour in claiming that someone else's work is yours..........

Bro icekewl, when you started this thread, you didn't explicitly state that it was a "story" as you only mentioned you have this fantasy... then sure kenah left, right, centre mah.

You also didn't explain it was extracted from somewhere else initially until others started questioning, somemore you ended by asking if we'd like more, then sure invite zaps from around the world lah...

Ai zai lah... :D