Boy to Man

Pam had learned a lot in her years of nursing, she had returned to it when her son reached 15. There was some catching up to do of course, but Pam hit the books and attended the training as required. She discovered she'd missed being a nurse.

Her husband had traded her in for a younger model two and a half years ago. Pam was well over all that, she was strong and knew she'd done nothing wrong. She decided the sod wasn't worth getting all worked up about after what he'd done.

Now Pam's son was in the Navy, learning to be a helicopter engineer, she often had time on her hands. Today, at work, she had time to notice people.

Sitting in the A & E reception was a young man she knew, sort of, from her neighbourhood. Pam had to look at the paperwork to find his name, but she knew he'd been at the same school as her son, although he was in a lower year.

At 18 he was still quiet, having been the butt of some unfunny jokes for most of his last three years at school he was a bit of a loner. He seemed to be in pain and was holding his inner left thigh. Pam called him in for triage.

"How on earth did that happen?" Pam asked.

"The boss tripped and as he fell, he fired the nail gun and I caught the nail!" Ryan answered, not looking Pam full in the still pretty face.

"Well, it hasn't gone too deep Ryan," she told him, "But your boss should know better than to have taken it out and allowed you to bleed so much. Still, a few inches higher and you'd never have kids, so you were lucky really!"

Pam was ready to take him through next, there was no one who was more in need of treatment at that time. For some reason, he was very shy about taking his clothes off but having been allowed to bleed so much, his clothes were caked and the Doctor wanted him cleaned up, As Pam chatted and prepared him for treatment, he gazed at her dyed blond bob cut hair, and kept quiet. Pam could see what made the young man shy but now was definitely not the time or place to tell him he had nothing to be ashamed of.

Pulling out of the hospital after her early shift, Pam saw Ryan at the bus stop. She pulled in.

"Don't tell me your boss has left you to get the bus home? Come on, get in, I'm going your way, and you should get off that leg!"

They talked on the way, not about anything much but Pam had nursed for so long she knew how to help people get things off their chest. Ryan was unhappy in his job, he had taken it to escape from certain elements of the community, the same ones that had plagued him at school. He felt good having talked with Pam and told her that if she needed any jobs done at home he would gladly help her out.

That night Pam had her first sex fantasy for years. It was all the more satisfying for not having had sex since the bastard left her for that floozy. And Ryan was young, blond, and hung like a donkey. She had surmised that his appendage was the reason for the other lads picking on him at school.

Next time Pam spoke with her son, she asked if he recalled Ryan from school, "Just that I helped treat him at work the other day".

Gary recalled him, "The freak you mean? A year or two below me, tall and blond!" Gary never knew why "The freak", he just referred to him as that because every one else did.

Armed with all Gary could tell her, next time Pam saw Ryan she went over and spoke to him. His thigh was a lot better, but the dressing was a bit ropey and he was going to get the local clinic to look at it. Pam offered to look at it for him if he would fix her sticky back door.

They were both free the next day, Sunday, and Ryan said he would be round about 11 in the morning.

The door was easy, the frame was swollen with the damp and just needed planing down. When his work tools were cleared away, Pam had to coax him to drop his jeans and let her see the dressing.

"Oh come on, I'm 46 and I have seen you almost naked from the waist down before, remember!"

So in his boxers, face red as a rosy apple, he let Pam see to his dressing.

"That's doing very well Ryan, in fact, a plaster will do the trick, and a little elasticated bandage to make sure, and your done." She had what was needed to hand.

It was as Pam stroked the plaster flat that he lost it. The tent in his boxers was far too obvious to ignore, and all he could do was say sorry, three times, and try to cover it with his hands.

"Well I was a bit concerned actually!" Pam said, "I normally have to put up with that a lot sooner, so worry not Ryan, I will take it as a complement. If it hadn't happened I'd have thought I was loosing my looks. O.K.?"

Ryan mumbled something quietly and Pam caught the word freak in there somewhere.

"Ryan Phelps, whoever called you a freak is just jealous! Any man would be happy to have that to use on his girl, and you should be too!" Pam told him forcefully.

Ryan pointed out that local girls would not have anything to do with him, a hang over from school where any one with him was picked on too.

Pam looked him in the eye and said, "So you have never had a girl then?" Ryan just went even more red and looked like he was going to cry.

"Well we are not at school! I think it's a bloody good thing to have and unless you tell me to stop, that's just what I intend to do! Have it."

Ryan was dumbfounded as Pam pulled his boxers down, lifted his feet up one at a time and removed the underwear and jeans. He could have passed out as she took his bell end into her warm mouth and sucked gently on it for nearly a minute, moving her soft warm mouth up and down his shaft as if it was made of something very thin and brittle.

He could have died of shame when he came after just fifty seconds of heaven!

"No worry!" said Pam warmly. "Now we can get down to basics while you get ready again. And Pam led Ryan into the living room from the kitchen like he was a five year old going shopping with his Mum.

Pam was no page three model but, with a soft, warm quality that only older women can have, she was sexy. High round breasts, flat stomach and only a few wrinkles here and there. The look was rounded of by a pair of shapely legs kept firm by so much walking. she made Ryan's eyes pop out as she slid off her light, pale blue frock.

Her 38c, 26, 38 curves were just right for her height he thought, and he took no notice of the gravity effect as her light blue bra came off. Her briefs slid down her legs and he saw his very first, real live pussy. His cock was already taking in the blood it needed to come back to life.

She made him work for his pleasure. She came on his tongue as he followed her instructions, her first with another person in years. Later, Pam came on his fingers while he suckled at her breast and fulfilled fantasies of his own short adult life.

He learned how to find and excite that little collection of nerve endings he'd only heard referred to as a clit, and he would only get better and better Pam knew. He hardly realized when he was ready for penetrative sex. But Pam did.

"Now relax Ryan! Take it slow" she told him as she mounted him on the floor in front of the fake coal fire. "Let me set the pace and don't worry about coming. It will happen when it happens!"

"I,,," Ryan said hesitantly, "I um, I don't want you to get pregnant!" Pam pointed to her own body and said, "This mark means I won't my sweet boy! Now lets relax and enjoy!"

Pam took a deep breath and began to lower herself onto the object of her desires. A number of times she withdrew and then sank a little lower. Soon she was full to the brim with Ryan.

'It will be a shame if McClaren lost it through mechanical trouble!' Thought Ryan, desperate not to finish early again, but already enjoying the feeling of his long rod being fully engulfed by a real live woman. 'They could use a win, those Red Bulls are just too good this year, I'd rather they lost to simple skill really!'

Even with a deep love of Formula One it was only seconds before his mind was back to Pam. The way her breasts bounced as she rode him, the smooth shiny legs either side of him, the warm wet hole he was pushing up into as hard as he could as she pushed down onto him. It was in fact over five minutes before Pam, her face a picture of simple bliss, spoke.

"Oh my beautiful lover. God what a find you are my love, just a little longer, please, oh my. Oh Shit. Oh God!" Pam shouted as it hit her.

"Fuck, Fuck, Oh FUCK!” She seemed to try and fold in on herself with the force of her first man assisted cum in far too long.

Ryan lost it right then and the most amazing thing happened to his body. It seemed as if his entire soul left him through his jap's eye, 'I must be dying! he thought briefly.

As Pam felt the warm fluid hit her she came again. Both orgasms seemed to last for ages, the two lovers would have been unable to part even if they'd needed to.

At least a minute had passed before either moved or spoke. Ryan had no idea what to say and Pam had no breath. Finally, she pulled together enough to say;

"My sweet, sweet Angel, after lunch, were going to do that again, and I don't care if it kills me. I want to do it a lot more times after that too."

Ryan still had no words. But he had something else. He had a feeling that if he was a freak, it could very well be a good thing.

Five months now. Five months of unimaginable bliss for Ryan. Five months of unexpected sexual satisfaction for Pam.

The first time some one else was brought into their private world, Ryan was almost as shy as when Pam first took him in hand, as it were.

Finding a friend of Pam's waiting for him had been a shock. A 39 year old divorcee with perky little A cup breasts and long thin legs. Ryan very nearly had a heart attack. Only Pam's encouragement had got him through it. She told him it was all very well the two of them carrying on, but he would tire of her in time and he must be ready to move on.

She told him that he must get confident around women other than her and over the coming months she introduced him to more of her circle of friends. He had no idea where Pam got them from, but he was happy enough now to take them on when she brought them. And today she had another.

"Ryan, this is Christine," Pam said, and looked at the short, almost cuddly brunette.

Ryan took in the slightly over size breasts, the skirt showing almost off of the short but lovely legs and the sparkle in the eye.

"Hello Christine, I take it you are here to see me, as it were?" Ryan responded, thinking 'Number five then!'

Between them, the two women got Ryan naked on the bed, and Ryan soon had Christine squirming on the end of his tongue. Pam looked on with a certain satisfaction and no small amount of anticipation, she had come to enjoy Ryan's tongue, after all, she had tutored him just the way she liked it.

She watched as the blond 18 year old confidently manoeuvred himself to enter Christine.

"Oh wait, sorry. A condom! Must have a condom, oh God hurry I can't wait!" The little brunette squeaked.

"You want this, no condom!" Ryan said in a deep voice full of confidence. "I don't like them and I've never used one yet!"

"Oh no, we must!" Christine insisted.

Pushing an inch inside her wet walls he said, calmly, "Do you want to give this up for a tea spoon full of rubber?"

"Oh Jesus, No! Yes! Fuck!" Said Christine in her high voice as Pam looked on, knowingly.

Another inch went in. "I can stop if you want, honest!" Ryan claimed as Pam covered her smirk with a hand.

Another inch and then slowly withdrawn. A quick re-insertion drew a gasp from the confused woman and once more it was removed. Ryan teased the thirty six year old typist with a wicked grin on his face. He pushed in seven of the thick, ten and three quarter inches. That's nearly 27 centimetres for those whose sex life is in decimal, Ryan knew this because Pam had insisted on measuring it personally.

"Do you want to give this up for a tea spoon of rubber? Or shall I fuck you until you pass out?"

Christine squealed as Ryan removed himself again, then she cried out "Fuck me you bastard, fuck me, for fucks sake fuck me!" Her tormentor gave her the lot, hard!

Christine did indeed pass out with pleasure, but only after twenty five minutes of solid powerful thrusting from Ryan. He took her on her back, on her hands and knees, even from underneath. He didn't let her finish until he knew she was so desperate to cum that it would hit her so very hard. The feel of his youthful seed powering into her needy hole was the icing on her sexual cake. She was only out for ten to fifteen seconds, but it took her quite a bit longer to recover her senses.

Pam gave her no thought at all as she took Ryan into her self saying to him in a tender loving voice;

"I have created a monster in you my sweet boy. A real monster! I think my work here is done. Now I shall lay back and enjoy the fruits of my labour. And yours of course, and yours!"

So, as her own pet monster set her on the path to her first orgasm of the afternoon, Pam thought to herself, 'He would have been a complete waste if not for me. Womanhood owes me, owes me big, but Ryan can pay the bill!"