It all started when Paul’s mother called him, asking him to take the family car and pick her up from work. She needed to deliver some documents to the City Education Department. Paul’s mother worked as a school principal, and by mid-August, she had already begun preparing for the new school year. Paul was thrilled — at twenty-two, he had only recently gotten his driver’s license and welcomed any chance to practice.

Twenty minutes later, his mother was waiting at the school gates, dressed in a sharp, professional suit that clearly reflected her status as principal. The outfit highlighted all her curves, and Paul couldn’t help but notice.

Half an hour later, she returned from the Department of Education—not alone, but with her longtime friend, Ms. Anna, a biology teacher at another school. A few years younger than his mother, Ms. Anna was a natural blonde, about 5’9“ tall, with curvy hips and a full bust. She had visited their home often in the past, though she had been busy renovating her new apartment in recent years. Today, she wore a tight dress that accentuated her figure—a look that might have been more suitable for an evening out, but as Paul remembered, she had always dressed slightly provocatively.

The women exchanged the usual greetings, expressing surprise at how grown-up Paul had become, before moving on to catch up on current events. On a whim, they decided to buy champagne and cake and check out the renovation of Ms. Anna’s apartment. Paul was thrilled at the prospect of the little adventure.

Upon arrival, the hostess gave a brief tour of her four-room apartment on the fifth floor, then asked Paul to open the champagne and handed him the TV remote. The women retired to the kitchen, their laughter ringing out now and then. Paul kept one eye on a documentary about penguins at the South Pole, while the other scanned the apartment’s interior. It was minimalist, but everything was carefully chosen. The TV hung on the wall opposite the folded sofa, and an aquarium sat on the nightstand beside it. A family photo hung on the wall—Ms. Anna with her husband and two children, who were currently visiting their grandmother in the countryside.

Suddenly, several car alarms blared from the courtyard below. Paul went out onto the balcony to see what was happening. Children were running around the cars, and one of the neighbors had already started an educational lecture on proper behavior.

Paul noticed how large the balcony in this apartment was — it was practically another room, enclosed in glass and even fitted with a radiator. On one side stood a small table; on the other, a washing machine and a drying rack where nearly fifteen pairs of women’s panties in different colors and styles were hanging. His gaze lingered on them as he tried to picture how they might look on Ms. Anna and especially what they concealed but his train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the apartment’s owner herself.

“If you’d like, you can take a pair for yourself,” Ms. Anna said with playful mockery. She stood in the doorway to the balcony, smiling as she watched Paul, a plate with a large slice of cake balanced in her hands.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have…“ Paul blushed, but he tried not to seem childish and quickly shifted the topic.

“You have a very nice balcony,“ he added.

Ms. Anna set the plate on the table and stepped closer.

“I like these the most, the most delicate ones—I’m even wearing them now,“ the owner said, her tone playful and inviting. She picked up the plain red panties and rubbed them gently between her thumb and forefinger. “Go on, try them. Don’t be so shy.“

Paul held them in his hands and admitted to himself that the fabric was incredibly soft.

“They’re so tiny… I just wanted to imagine what they’d look like on you,“ he blurted out, not quite sure why he was telling the truth.

“Are you saying I’m fat?“ she teased, grinning.

“No! Not at all—you have a perfect body. I couldn’t imagine anything better.“

“Well, thank you,“ she replied with a smile. “If you think so, then you don’t need to imagine… you just need to look.“

Unexpectedly, Ms. Anna lifted the hem of her tight dress, revealing to Paul the very same panties he had just held in his hands. The vivid red fabric stood out against the smooth, pale skin around it. Almost without realizing, Paul’s hand reached toward the silky surface. He caught himself in time, bracing for a protest—but instead, Ms. Anna took his hand and pressed it gently against her pubis for a few lingering seconds.

“How do you like it? Could you have imagined such a thing?“ she asked, admiring herself as she smoothed the dress back into place.

Paul was so stunned and aroused that he couldn’t say a word, yet Ms. Anna could tell from his expression that he liked it. She noticed the telltale rise of his sweatpants, and while he was still trying to collect himself, she swiftly brushed her hand across the awakened hardness.

From the kitchen came the mother’s voice:

“Anna, where have you disappeared to?“

“You’re good...“ Ms. Anna whispered, her tone filled with genuine surprise.

“Don’t forget to try the cake,“ she reminded him softly before slipping back into the kitchen.

The cake had been eaten, the champagne drunk, and it was finally time to head home. The women were a little tipsy and still reluctant to say goodbye. Paul stood nearby, patiently waiting, occasionally catching the lingering glances of the apartment’s owner—glances that made him want to look away, yet at the same time stay.

During the final farewell, Paul felt something slip into his pocket. It was a small piece of paper with a phone number, “Telegram“ written in parentheses.

Once home, Paul hurried to add the number to his contacts. The account linked to it, without a profile photo, was named Iris. He decided to message right away.

“Hi, this is Paul.“

Ten minutes later, the account came online and replied:

“Hi. Are you already home?“

“Yes.“

After a few minutes of silence:

“I hope our little… games will stay between us. Can I count on you?“

“Of course. It’s our secret. And thank you—it was nice.“

The message was read, but the response didn’t come immediately.

“And could you come by tomorrow? Just make sure my mother doesn’t know.“

“I think so. What time?“

“After lunch. Three o’clock, or later. I’m home alone all day anyway.“

“Three o’clock works for me.“

“I’ll be waiting.“

Paul was thrilled by the invitation. No matter how the meeting went, he enjoyed the woman’s company—especially since the invitation was just for him, not for him and his mother.

When Paul tried to reread the chat, he discovered that all the messages had been deleted. He did the same.

The next day, standing in front of Ms. Anna’s door, Paul hesitated, not daring to ring the bell. His mind raced with questions—had he understood everything correctly? What if her husband opened the door? What should he say then?

Finally, he pressed the bell, and almost immediately the door opened to reveal the person he had been hoping to see.

“Hello, come in,“ Ms. Anna said with a gesture. The apartment smelled faintly of shampoo, and judging by the pink robe she wore, she had just taken a shower. As Paul slowly took off his shoes, she had already gone to the kitchen and called out:

“Tea or coffee?“

“Coffee is better,“ Paul replied, stepping into the kitchen and helping himself to some cookies with condensed milk.

“Ooo, Paul, you clearly want to ruin my figure… Well, I’ll just try one,“ she said with a laugh.

“No, Ann, I don’t think it will affect anything,“ he answered.

“Let’s agree right away—if we’re alone, we’ll be friends. Just call me Ann. You’re Paul. Don’t call me Ms. Anna; it reminds me of school, and I want a break from that.“

“Okay, Ms. An… Ann,“ he said awkwardly.

“That’s better,“ she smiled.

Even earlier, when Paul had driven them in the car, Ms. Anna had noticed how much he had matured—broader shoulders, a more adult face. Though his face was clean-shaven, it was clear he was no longer a boy. She had known him since childhood and had long noticed his full lips, imagining the future girls who would be drawn to him. Now he was a young man, and she admitted to herself that she found him genuinely attractive.

Over coffee, the conversation flowed easily, and Ms. Anna felt surprisingly comfortable with her friend’s son. After a pause, she asked softly.

“Do you really like my figure?“

“Of course, Ann. Your figure is perfect. I think many men would dream of a wife like you,“ he replied, his eyes briefly flicking to the generous shape of her chest under the robe.

“Do you want to see? I’m almost twenty years older than you…“ Ms. Anna paused, then continued, “Then, on the balcony, I felt something in you that I really liked.“ She stood up from her chair, walked over to Paul, and placed a hand on his back.

Paul felt the warmth of her hand, the gentle brush of her nails against his skin sending a wave of tenderness through him. He stood a little closer, leaning toward Ms. Anna, and for a moment pressed her lightly against the wall. Being slightly taller, he looked down at her, and their lips met in a deep, lingering kiss, full of longing and unspoken emotion.

“Wait… I want to continue out on the balcony,“ he murmured, his voice low, full of anticipation.

They moved out onto the balcony. Nothing had changed since yesterday—the shelves still held an assortment of clothing she used for her work and personal routines.

“I want you to see what all these things are about,“ she said with a playful nod toward the shelves. Ms. Anna noticed the spark of excitement in Paul’s eyes, but she decided to tease him a little.

“Do you want to see?“

“I really do,“ Paul admitted, his voice betraying his impatience.

“Then you’ll have to play along and follow my rules,“ she said with a mischievous smile, leaning a little closer, letting the moment linger. “Then you have to take off all your clothes.“

Paul looked out the window, there were a lot of people sitting on the benches outside. Driven by excitement, he quickly and shamelessly took off his sweatpants, T-shirt, socks and panties, throwing everything on the floor and exposing his large, long-standing hardness.

“Ooooh, you're really good, I wasn't mistaken,“ Ms. Anna commented admiringly, she herself had gotten really excited from this striptease. “Well, now it's my turn.“ Ms. Anna untied the belt of her robe, Paul's gaze opened to large breasts with wide nipples and the edges of cleanly shaved labia. He came right up to the naked woman, his penis pressed against her stomach, smearing the emerging pre-ejaculate, he grabbed both breasts with his palms and passionately kissed Ms. Anna on the lips, and then switched to her nipples.

Ms. Anna stepped back a little and sat down on the washing machine, spread her legs, revealing all the beauty of her hot vagina to her young lover, the soft folds parted and exposed the more delicate folds of inner lips. The vagina was beautiful, the upper lips were quite large and soft, causing him to tremble when touched. He wanted to lick them, but was embarrassed.

He thought it was time to get down to business, put his penis to the spread vagina, but Ms. Anna stopped him.

“Wait, first… just try it,“ she said, gently guiding him down by the shoulders. “Lick me, I really want it at first.“

Paul saw how they do it in porn movies, and wanted to try a woman in this way, it seemed more intimate than sex itself. He knelt down with pleasure, moved his face close to her crotch, felt her heavy sweetish aroma and licked the area around the desired folds. Then he began to explore all her protrusions and hollows with his tongue, and Ms. Anna moaned with pleasure holding her hands on the back of his head, he felt how the female body vibrated from the actions of his tongue, succumbing to lust he got carried away and it was difficult to determine from what Ms. Anna's crotch became wet from vagina juice or from saliva.

Paul continued to lick when Ms. Anna was covered by the first orgasm, from which she grabbed his head with her legs. 

Feeling a frantic tension in the groin area, Paul stood up and rushingly entered Ms. Anna with his large organ, he entered softly and immediately to the full length.

Ms. Anna moaned, “Ooooh, my sweet, come fuck mommy, come on, my dear! Finish in me, my sweet boy. I know you want!“

Paul picked up the pace, beads of sweat running down his forehead and dripping onto Ms. Anna's stomach.

Feeling the finish coming soon, he tried to slow down, but it didn't help.

“Aaah! Uuuhh…“ Paul moaned and poured all his sperm into Ms. Anna. 

She hugged him, said, “Thank you, my boy — let’s go rest,“ and they moved to the living room, where a bed was waiting for them.

A few minutes later, after regaining her composure, Ms. Anna took a quick shower, and Paul soon followed her. When he returned, he found her lying beneath the blanket, lazily flipping through TV channels in search of some music. He slid in beside her, pressing against the warmth of her body. How beautiful she is, he thought.

“Ann, did you like it?“

She set the remote aside and turned to him with a look.

“Are you really asking? I wasn’t mistaken about you. But don’t get cocky — you always have to try. It felt like it was your first time, wasn’t it?“

“Yes,“ Paul admitted, a little embarrassed.

“Don’t be shy, there’s nothing wrong with that. At twenty-two it’s not too late. Besides, you’ve got a certain talent — with a tongue like yours, you could win over any girl, as long as you put your heart into it.“

“I just really enjoyed pleasing you… you were so tempting.“

“That’s sweet of you to say.”

Paul hesitated for a moment, then placed his hand gently on Ms. Anna’s stomach.She allowed his hand to linger there, a quiet warmth passing between them. Ms. Anna shivered softly at his touch, yet met his gaze with a smile and let him slip lower, indulging his curiosity.

Having played enough, Paul climbed under the blanket and pressed his lips to her softness, he definitely liked her enticing heavy and sweetish aroma. Ms. Anna forgot about everything in the world and gave herself over to pleasure, she kneaded her large breasts and moaned from the caresses of her young lover.

Having enjoyed the clit, Paul covered her stomach and chest with kisses, passionately sucking the mature nipples of his lover sticking out from excitement. He wanted to enter her again, but his penis was still flaccid and Paul got a little nervous. Ms. Anna noticed this.

“Wait, I'll help a little.“

She sat on Paul from above and pressed her crotch to his rising penis. It entered inside a little, but no more. Ms. Anna understood that little time had passed since sex, but she was already aroused and wanted it faster.

She jerked off the withered organ several times, exposed the head and began to suck it gently, licking its lower side with her tongue. From such caresses, the penis “came to life“ and began to increase in length and thickness. Ms. Anna's light hair covered her face and slightly flapped his belly, giving this action even more piquancy.

A minute later, the penis reached the peak of a youthful powerful erection, became hard as a rock and the bright purple head, like a traffic light, signaled - it's time to go. Ms. Anna impaled herself on the protruding penis and began to rhythmically wriggle her pelvis, controlling the depth and speed of friction. Paul helped to drive his penis deeper into Ms. Anna with short jerks and admired her huge breasts that dangled right above his face. Periodically, he kneaded them and tried to lick them. Ms. Anna moaned, having received another orgasm, slowed down and Paul, being under the woman, clearly felt all the vibrations coming from her body.

“Let me try from behind?“ Paul suggested. Remembering how sometimes they do it pathetically in porn films (although sometimes it was anal pathos).

“Do whatever you want, just fuck me more.“ 

Paul positioned himself behind her, taking in the beautiful width of Ms. Anna's hips with his gaze, and in a rush entered her from behind. In this position, the vagina seemed narrower to him, it became even more pleasant, and he began to attack it with new desire.

Ms. Anna moaned even louder. “Oh, so fuck her, fuck the bitch, fuck your mommy!“

From such expressions, Paul accelerated both the pace and the force with which he slapped against his mistress's buttocks.

Ms. Anna came a second time and fell exhausted onto the bed, exhausted by the waves of pleasure that were falling on her, and Paul continued to fuck her from above. In the end, he came too, pouring his sperm inside and without pulling out, he remained lying on top of Ms. Anna, both of them felt their hearts pounding like a hammer in their chests. They lay like that for several minutes until they caught their breath.

“I wish it were like this more often…“ Paul said quietly.

After a moment of silence, Ms. Anna spoke. “You’re probably wondering why I’m cheating on my husband…“

“That’s your business,“ Paul replied modestly, though he couldn’t deny his curiosity.

“My husband is 7 years older than me, he's almost 50 and his opportunities are not the same. He can do less than I want. And everyday problems distract me. I generally want sex very often, and especially with work at school, the only way to calm my nerves is with sex or alcohol. As you can see, I don't drink.... I don't cheat on him very often, don't think that I'm a slut. It's very difficult to find a person with whom you can do that... I teach high school classes, dozens of students devour me with their eyes, and I see that there is no one among them, well maybe one or two in the whole school, who could be trusted as a reliable man in the future, the quality of both men and women has decreased...“

After another pause, Ms Anna continued, “And I love my husband, believe me, he is definitely not deprived of sex. He's been gone for a week… and then you came along… I'm lucky, I would have suffered like that. Don't you regret getting involved with your mommy?“ Ms. Anna asked with a smile.

“Oh, I’d love to do that another time…“

“Well, yes, who could doubt it? Maybe you’ll come by sometime, but I won’t promise — you understand. Now, go on, quickly take a shower. It’s time for you to get ready to go home, or your mother will start bombarding you with questions.“

Before leaving the apartment, Paul hugged Ms. Anna. For a moment, they lingered in each other’s arms longer than necessary, as if words were too small to carry what they both felt. She brushed his cheek with her hand in a quiet gesture of affection, and he lowered his eyes, half-smiling, half-ashamed, still unable to fully believe what had just happened. His thoughts were tangled, but in the warmth of that silent exchange, he understood with certainty that he had finally stepped into adulthood.