I didn’t feel lucky. I grew up in a church so strict that we looked down on Southern Baptists as liberal heathens. It was bad enough that I couldn’t stop masturbating, not even to avoid being damned to hell, but now I had let Mrs. Baker seduce me into committing some REALLY serious sins. Adultery. Fornication. Sodomy. Of course, maybe the worst sin was that I had promised her that I would persuade her son, Bill, my best friend, to fuck her. To fuck his own mother. How sick was that?
There I was sitting in church with my parents, singing songs and listening to Brother Morningwood’s fire and brimstone sermon. Wouldn’t you know it? He had chosen “The Lusts of the Flesh” as his topic for that Sunday. I felt terrible. While he was ranting on about the flames of perdition, I was thinking of Mrs. Baker’s gorgeous breasts. They were the size of cantaloupes, but so soft and warm in my hands. And against my face. And in my mouth. And around my hormone-driven penis.
I felt a huge lump in my throat. Oh my god, what am I going to do now? I was sitting there on the church pew suffering from a throbbing erection, with a hymnal in my lap. About the time Brother Morningwood had finished up on inappropriate clothing and had moved on to “public bathing” (swimming), I leaned over and told my mom I had to visit the restroom. She gave me a dirty look.
I ran to the farthest stall, locked myself in and dropped my pants and underwear, freeing my erection. I muttered, “Sorry god, but it was either do it here or do it sitting next to my mother!”
I waited ten seconds to see if I would be struck with lightning. I wasn’t, so I figured that god understood my predicament. I started stroking my cock furiously, thinking of Mrs. Baker’s lips sliding wetly up and down my teenage cock, her wicked tongue making love to my sensitive cock head. I remembered the exquisite thrill of cumming in her mouth. Oh god, that is so filthy, shooting my semen into a harlot's mouth!
I let loose with half a dozen thick streamers of sticky semen against the stall door. I succeeding in getting all my shots within a six inch circle, which I figured was pretty good. Still no bolt of lightning.
It was Tuesday afternoon, when I was ‘scheduled’ to stop by and fuck Mrs. Baker again. I stepped off the school bus to walk the five blocks home. After walking one block, I came to Mrs. Baker’s house. I stopped and stared at her front door. I dreaded this moment. It had taken me two days of tears and prayers, but I had decided to tell Mrs. Baker our deal was off. I wasn’t going to have sex with her any more. I marched up to the door and knocked. My hope that she was not at home gave way to disappointment as the door opened.
“Oh, hi, Neal. Come on in. I just made a pitcher of lemonade.”
I stammered something, and stepped in. Mrs. Baker was dressed in a fur coat, which surprised me as the weather was still too warm for a heavy coat. She saw me staring at it.
“Oh! Yes, the coat. It’s a birthday present from my husband Tom. I was just trying it on. Do you like it?”
“Yes. It’s beautiful. Uhh, Mrs. Baker, I just came by to tell you that I can’t…”
“Feel the coat, Neal. It’s fox fur. It feels so soft. Go ahead, Neal, feel it. And call me Betty.”
I ran my free hand over the proffered sleeve. It was incredibly soft.
“Mmm… Betty, the coat feels neat. I never felt anything like it before. But I can’t stay. I’ve decided that I don’t want to…”
Her hand softly stroked my cheek.
“I know, Neal. Poor boy, you’re having seconds thoughts, aren’t you. I understand. It was rather mean of me seducing you Saturday. I took advantage of you, I admit.”
“You understand? That’s great Betty. Thanks.”
“Think nothing of it, baby. I’m glad you like the coat. I’ll bet you really like what I’m wearing under it.”
She opened the coat and let it slip to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing a negligee so thin and sheer I could see right through it. Under the negligee, she was stark raving naked. She wiggled her torso, causing her luscious boobs to sway seductively from side to side. She had trimmed her pussy, just like the girls in Playboy.
Two minutes later, we were in the ‘den’ up in the attic. She was attacking my belt and pants button while I fought with my shirt. I tripped and fell on the folding bed; I noticed someone had put clean sheets and a couple of pillows on it. She was trying to pull off my pants over my shoes. My rigid, stupid, traitorous cock was waving around in the air. The pants popped off and I felt her hand grasp my penis. A flash of erotic energy galvanized my entire body. Her breasts pressed against my arm and chest, her lips were in my neck.
“I’m sorry for changing your plans, Neal, baby, but you know you need me as much as I need you. A good-looking young man your age NEEDS sex. You know you need it. And I need to give it to you. Not many teenagers get this lucky, Neal. Don’t throw away the chance to play with my breasts, and fuck my hot wet pussy, and get your lovely dick sucked. I’m sure god will understand, baby. You need this so bad, don’t you?
I strangled out the word, yes, and rolled her over on her back. In a flash, I was on top of her, between her thighs. She lifted her legs and spread them wide for me. Her hand guided my erection to her pussy lips and I shoved. With no friction at all, just a buttery smooth sense of lubrication, my cock was instantly buried deep inside her pussy. My cock head rammed into the far wall of her vagina, and she let out a sudden groan as I drove the air from her lungs. My balls slapped hard against her ass. My body froze up and then began shuddering uncontrollably.
“OH! Oh! My, you certainly DO need this, don’t you Neal? God you feel so fucking good inside me! Your cock is the thickest I’ve ever had! I haven’t felt my pussy get this stretched since my honeymoon with Tom. Now fuck me, Neal. Fuck me as hard and fast as you want. Go ahead… Neal? What’s the matter, baby? You’re not fucking…”
“Uhh, mmm, well… Betty, I already came. I’m sorry… I lost control and…”
Mrs. Baker let out a gentle melodic laugh and kissed me on my nose. Her legs bent and her heels pressed against my ass, pinning me against her.
“Oh you sweet boy! That’s perfectly okay. But you’re still hard, yes? You still feel hard to me. And yes, now that you mention it, I do seem to feel my vagina rather full and warm. And it’s dripping down the crack in my ass, too. God, you must have dumped a pint of it inside me. Yummy. Don’t worry about ejaculating so fast, Neal, I’m sure you got lots more to give me. Tell me, how often do you masturbate?”
I struggled to catch my breath, and got up on my elbows to take some of my weight off her.
“About five or six times a day. Usually three times after I go to bed. Sometimes once in the middle of the night. Once again in the morning when I take a shower. And then a couple of times after I get home from school. And Sunday, I masturbated once in the church restroom.”
She laughed again, louder this time.
“That’s just too precious, Neal. Were you thinking of me when you did it at church?”
“Yes. I couldn’t stop thinking of you and got a hardon during the sermon. Say, I’ve got a question. When I slid my dick into you just now, you were already super slippery. It caught me by surprise.”
“Yes. There’s a new product at the drugstore, KY Jelly. It’s a lubricant for women, to make their pussies wet and slick. I put a bunch of it inside my vagina before you arrived. Did it feel good?”
“Oh god YES, Betty. It felt awesome. I guess we’ve committed fornication and adultery again.”
“Oh, Neal, don’t look so sad. You need to relax and enjoy this. Surrender. Think of me as your sex education teacher. You know, one day when you’re as old as my husband, you won’t think, gee, I wish I hadn’t had so much sex when I was a teenager. No. You’ll wish you had taken advantage of all the opportunities you had to get more pussy. And I want to give you those opportunities, Neal. It makes me so horny when I fantasize about all the ways I want to make you cum.”
“Hunh? You masturbate thinking of me?”
“Of course I do, Neal. For the last three nights, I dreamed of having your dick, and my son’s dick in my hands – taking turns licking them and sucking them – feeling the two of you cum in my mouth over and over again.