God! How I wanted her! But I was too shy to ask, and too shy to lay a hand on her. For weeks I watched and hoped. I had begging eyes and I was very conscious of anyone recognising my hunger. My especial fear was that my mother would realise that my longing looks were more than a shy boy’s bored stares. But even then I couldn’t stop. I had no control. But she ignored me!

Every chance I got I ensured that I was around to watch her dusting and vacuuming. My particular favourite was when she had to polish the linoleum hallway. She did that on hands and knees and I think she deliberately pointed her ass at me to tease me. But she never encouraged my attention and I could never overcome my shyness enough to beg her to let me touch her again. I dreamed of putting may hand on her lovely arse. However, I was afraid that she would banish me from ever being with her again.

That was soon to change. One afternoon my mother asked me to go to her room to see if she was home. When I knocked on her door, it slowly swung open and there she was, standing in front of her mirror. She was almost fully dressed but without her blouse. She was cupping her bra enclosed breasts in her small hands. I had always suspected that she had a great bust but despite many attempts I had never seen them before. I could only compare them to those of the mannequins in my mothers shop. Hers were real soft and enticing compared to the mannequins plastic hardness.

She quickly turned to the door while grabbing her blouse to her chest. I was standing there with an open mouth, staring at the objects that I had been dreaming about. When she saw it was me, she grinned and slowly took her hands away. I could now see her cleavage properly, and I could only stare - dry mouthed.

She said: “Well, what do you think? Are they nice or what?”

I couldn’t answer. Her grin widened: “Do you want to touch them?”

I was suddenly very hard, and uncomfortable in my trousers. I put my hand on my crotch to redirect my hard on upwards to a more comfortable position. She saw that and gave a short laugh. She started approaching the doorway. She stopped just inches from me. I could smell her perfume and a slight sweaty smell. Intoxicating, especially when delivered by such a voluptuous package. She was about 3 inches taller than me and her beautiful tits were almost at my chin. I was torn between looking down and the objects of my lust, her lips and her startlingly clear grey eyes.

I couldn’t breathe. Part of me wanted to run away but I was afraid she’d laugh at me and I would never get a chance to touch her again. In stead, I leaned forward and rubbed my face on her bra, and then kissed the tops of her breasts. I couldn’t believe that I did that and held my breath waiting for her to shout at me. “Where did the courage come from?” I wondered as I waited for the uproar.

She grinned at me again: “Oh that was lovely” and she reached for my right hand and pulled it up to lay on her bra. She held my hand to her breasts and she said: “Squeeze them!” I was in shock, I still couldn’t believe that this was happening. “Squeeze them!” she said again, this time a little louder.

Oh those lovely breasts! I knew she was a 38DD from my previous explorations of her lingerie drawer. I lifted my other hand to her other boob and tested the weight of both fantastic tits.

I would have been there still, if I hadn’t heard the door of the living room, downstairs, open. I, guiltily, let the objects of my lust drop just as my mother shouted my name. “Shit!” I gave them a last quick fondle and turned on my heel to run back downstairs. I slowed down before the last corner to make sure my erection could not be seen, and to make sure that the moisture I could feel at the top of my erection did not show.

“ Well, is she there?” my mother asked. “Yes”, I said. “Good” and she disappeared upstairs.

I watched her go up and hoped that this didn’t mean trouble. I hoped Anne was now decent.

But finally, it appeared, my luck was good. She had asked Anne to “babysit” as she and my father had had a late invitation to dinner that evening. When she told me about her plans, she looked at me suspiciously as I had a shit eating grin, when normally I would be pissed off at the need for a babysitter.

She prepared a quick dinner for me, which I wolfed down, hoping that they (my parents) would leave sooner. I finally realised that my actions were increasing her suspicions, and started pouting and moaning. Relieved, they finally showered, changed and got ready to leave. After final instructions to Anne, and final warnings to “do whatever Anne tells me to do” (Yeah right!), they left.

After they closed the door, I immediately jumped to the window to watch them drive away and ensure they turned the corner. As soon as they turned the corner, I raced upstairs and crept to Anne’s open door. She too was watching from the window, but this time was dressed in a silk slip. Inside I would see her bra strap, her panties, the top of her stockings and a garter strap on each buttock. This was such a sexy sight and I took in everything in a flash. It is such a shame that women don’t wear slips anymore. I immediately shifted my hard on again as I silently watched form the doorway.

Did she hear me? I wondered as I tried to get my breath back. I stayed where I was trying to imprint that memory forever into my brain.

“What do you fancy doing now?” she asked without turning. She leaned further towards the window, if anything, increasing the sexiness of my view. At this point, my penis was throbbing and IK geared that I would come in my trousers. What a beautiful full arse she had!

She looked over her right shoulder, grinning. She had to know what she was doing to me. I was rubbing my crotch, cautiously so as not to bring about an eruption, as she slowly turned around. She walked towards me as she swayed her hips in a real exaggerated fashion. “Could this get any sexier?” I thought. She then drifted towards the bed, laid back on it so that her knees were at the edge. She pulled up her slip, all the time looking at me.

I had a lump in my throat as I looked again at that beautiful sight. Her pubic hair was trying to escape from the whiter silk panties.

The whole picture was beautifully framed by her garter belt, and straps leading to her beautiful nylon clad legs. She lifted her hand and hooked her finger at me. “Come and look after my pussy”, she said, while rubbing her finger up and down on her panties.

I could see her pussy juice starting to seep though, and I nearly came in my pants when she lifted her finger to her mouth, all the time watching me from those perfect eyes.

I came over to the bed and she leaned up to push me by the shoulders to my knees between her outstretched legs. She grabbed my head and pulled me towards her panties. Her musky earthy smell was overpowering. “Kiss it” she gasped.

I did just that as she jerked under me. Her legs spread further apart as I tried to enter her pussy with my tongue though the saturated material of her panties. While this was intoxicating, it was also frustrating as I couldn’t get a right taste of the nectar that I knew was seeping out of her.

I lifted the side of her panties and tried to get entry from there. I could fee her blood engorged lips but again found the process unsatisfactory. I grabbed her panties at her hips and begged her to let me take them off. I so dearly wanted to rip them off but was afraid of her response, assuming I was successful. I slowly pulled them down while continuing to kiss her through them.

Finally, I could feel her pubic hair on my face and lips. Heavenly sweet nectar abounded as the excitement gripped her. Even before I really went to work again, she gripped my head, and stiffened her body: she had another orgasm and my cock erupted in my pants. Another time that would have bothered me, but all I wanted to do was taste her properly and bring her more pleasure.

I moved my tongue along her slit from top to bottom and then back up again. As I arrived at the top I could feel a tiny little bump. Curiously, I licked it a few times and each time I did she jumped, and tightened her grip with her legs and hands. “Easy!” she said, “that’s nice but go easy!”

I returned to that juicy slip and tried to get my tongue in there as far as I could. I pushed it in and out, in and out. “Oh!…. Ohh! Ohh!” escaped from her in quick breaths. I knew she was close again and brought my tongue to her button again. “Aaaahhhhhh! Don’t….don’t stop” and again she wrapped her thighs around my neck and held my face to her wonderful wet core.

I couldn’t breath, I was enraptured in drinking the river of juice that was escaping her. But eventually, I had to breath! I twisted and turned my face to try and escape. The weight of her thighs was overpowering. As I twisted and turned my nose dropped further into her pussy and she went delirious in her orgasm, tightening her grip.

I think I must have blacked out because when I open my eyes, I was opn the bed and she was licking my face saying “My lovely, lovely, lovely boy! Where did you learn to do that?” She would not accept that I had only ever done it to her.

She then pulled her slip off, and reached behind her to get at the straps of her bra. My eyes were nearly popping at the sight that I was about to see. As she removed her bra, her boobs popped out and as she was leaning over me, gravity played a part and showed them in al their glory. They were huge and beautiful! After all I had seen that day, they still stand out in my memory. She then reached for my belt. “Oh God! She’ll see I wet myself!” I thought, as I started to resist her efforts. I wanted to go all the way, have full sex with her, but I didn’t want her to think me not to be experienced. This thought, so soon after telling her that hers was the first pussy I’d tasted.

She finally pulled my trousers down and saw the mess inside my boxers. I was still hard, and tried to cover myself with my hands. She slapped my hands away and somehow realised my embarrassment. “ Wow, you were really turned on!” she said “ I’m flattered. Did you really enjoy yourself?”

“You taste wonderful. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wanted to do that ever day since the last time”. I said.

She slowly pulled by boxers down, and my cock was stuck to them. She pulled harder and my cock sprang up to her face. She grinned and tentatively pushed out her tongue. I was holding my breath again as I watched her tongue approach it. Nobody had ever touched it since I was a baby except me, and now the first time anyone is to do that, it is the tongue of this absolute fox. Can life get any better?

At first, there is a slight tickle and she swipes her tongue along the bottom of my cock. My cock jumps away from her as if it had a life of its own. She puts her hand around it, and even though I am not overly endowed, it stands out a few inches above her small hands. “Beautiful cock” she said and I can only grin. I had been afraid that she would think it small. “I’m going to have fun with this”.

Then her warm wet mouth came down over it and I was in heaven. I wanted to watch this more especially as she kept her eyes focussed on mine. But the ecstasy creeping up on me, ensured that I had to lay back and enjoy the sensation. In seconds, my cock erupted again. I didn’t have the energy to lean up to see it, but I could feel her mouth continuing to suck and lick my sensitive cock.

Finally, she pulled off from my cock and leaned up. I could see her licking her lips. “Very tasty. I’m going to have more of that soon”.

She then stretched out on the bed beside me. She kissed me on the lips, pushing her tongue between my lips. I was not sure that I liked the taste, but there was nothing I would not do for her now.

We put our arms around each other and I put one one her boobs. She grinned that sultry grin that I loved and we kissed again. We slowly drifted into sleep.

Some tome later, she woke me. “Its time to get to your own bed before your parents get home” she said. We kissed again, and I went to put my clothes on. “Don’t bother” she said “ but leave your boxers here. I’ll wash them out and leave them in your room tomorrow. Your mother will never know.”

“Can I have your panties?” I asked hopefully.

She looked at me, thoughtfully and I think delightedly. “Ok but make sure your mother doesn’t find them. She’ll know whose they are and there’ll be hell to pay if that happens.”

“I’ll be careful” I promised.

Famous last words.