Perverts 'R' Us

Erotic Memories - Part 3

By Paul2LickHer ( M/f(12)/F, seduction, mast )

The Seduction of Kim

As I said in part 2, I first met Kim and her mom, Melinda when I was in my early 30s and Melinda was 36. For years I had been going to girl's high school volley ball and softball games as well as outside games where you could find leagues for younger girls as well. Not really volley ball, but softball and soccer. Mostly softball. It's easier for a single guy to hide at softball games than at soccer games. It's mostly families at both. But more so just family members come to watch the soccer games. So someone who's not a family member or family friend kinda stands out.

By this time I had kinda given up on actually getting in touch with one of the many sweet young things who were the players at these games and had been concentrating on hooking-up with some of their moms.

That turned out well as far as it went, with some pretty erotic, nasty and exciting sex. Not the least of which was fucking their moms in some out of the way area of a park within the sound of the game or, in some cases, within sight of the game and the young girls running around on the field as a mother sucked my very erect penis or I doggie-style fucked her. Yes, I admit it, I'm a mother-fucker.

I met Melinda much the same way as I had the others. I saw her at a few games before and she was never with anyone. So I sat near her and struck up casual conversation. As with anyone the key to such things is to be a good listener and have the people talk about what interest them most. In the case of mothers it's usually their kids. Then, like anyone else, when they know you a bit better, they like to gripe. Naturally through all of this you agree with them (yes, their daughter does seem to be the best player on the team and it is too bad that the coach doesn't use them more effectively) or take their side (Yes, it seems to me that your husband is ignoring you and you do shoulder too much of the load of raising the kids).

In Melinda's case the being proud of her daughter was there, but her gripe was being a single parent. But I guess her husband was a bit of a drinks-too-much loser anyway. So she was "sans-him" from the time Kim was 3 or 4.

Melinda had a nice look to her. About 5-6 with dark brown hair and a medium build upstairs. Both body and her boobs in particular. She flared a little at the hips and some might say she had a big ass. But it wasn't at all flabby and had the most erotic appeal when you were doggie-styling her or fucking her in it.

She was a bit of a tom-boy and gym rat and so wore jeans a lot and little make up. She worked for the phone company - something to do with setting up new lines at the switching station. That's all computerized now I guess, but it wasn't all that long ago (15, 20 years?) that it had to be done by hand. This worked very well to my advantage as I soon found out.

See, while she had enough seniority mostly worked days, there were times when she had the opportunity for over time at night and on the weekends. But she gave a lot of that up to spend the time with Kim. But when I came into the picture, she had a willing (she just never knew how willing) "baby"-sitter.

Kim was much like her mother only just over 5-4 and her hair was more dark brown (the almost black kind) and her hips were not as flared. And she had more freckles on her face on over her shoulders and on her upper chest.

Speaking of her chest, it was what some might consider a bit larger than usual for a girl her age (a couple of months away from 13). But maybe not. Point is, this was a young girl of whom you could have no doubt that she had and/or was getting breasts. You could even see the slight bulges under her uniform shirt as she played her field position. I guess maybe nice sized half oranges might describe their general size. And I later found out she was a 12-year-old killer in her bra and panties or a bikini.

Anyway, my first few "dates" with Melinda were just meeting at the games then maybe going with the team for pizza after. Then I met her at her work a few times for lunch. Then we started going out on real dates once or twice a week. Not too often at first, because she really was a good mom and didn't want to leave Kim alone too much. I even offered to take her with us, but I guess Melinda just didn't think that would be right. So some of our dates were at her place watching a video with Kim.

At this point Kim was polite enough to me, but kind of indifferent as well. This was a shame because I was really hot for her sweet little 12-year-oldness? But it looked as if I was going to have to settle of catching glimpses of her in the shower or her underwear or night clothes instead of slipping my stiff erection between her legs.

Also it gave me the opportunity to do the usual thing of swiping a pair of Kim's panties and a picture and use them while I pleasured myself with thoughts of her.

By a little after two months Melinda and I had progressed to the point of heavy kissing and my feeling her up and/or her gracing me with a hand or blow job now and then. Then one night, when Kim was away at a friend's for a slumber party, Melinda invited me to a slumber party of our very own. From there it just kind of fell into my spending the night a few times, after Kim had gone to bed, and my having to be out before Melinda woke her for school in the morning.

By them I had, willingly, been pressed into the service for a few weeks of taking Kim to her practices or games when Melinda couldn't do it or be on time for the start of a game. Kim was still polite but cool. At first she balked about me playing driver for her, but it had the advantage of her not having to participate in a car pool with a couple of girls on her team that she played well enough with, but really didn't like. Plus coordinating with a car pool is kind of a hassle anyway.

One afternoon, after school, I came over to take her to a practice only to find her sniffing away in the kitchen. She at first demurred when I asked her what was wrong. But when pressed she burst into tears. When she finally claimed down (much to her shock I gave her about 3oz. of white wine to help her do it, But she drank it right down and choked a little on it. More like medicine than a soothing drink. Which made me smile with amusement inside) she told me what had happen.

Apparently she had come around one of the corners of her school building at lunch time only to be confronted with the sight of little Billy Smalldick (a boy she liked) kissing Mary Beth Rotensnatch (her arch rival for popularity in her little group at school). So while it she was able to bare it for the rest of the day at school, it became too much for her once she got home.

Now she was "sick to her stomach" and didn't want to go to practice, but thought her mom would get mad if she didn't. My "in" had arrived. A hormonal battle 'tween girl on the rebound for unrequited love and humiliation.

First I told her she didn't have to go to practice and that I would run interference with her mom if it came to that. Then I spent the next two hours letting her vent (just like I said the big girls/women like to do) about dumb ole Mary Beth Rottensnatch (Kim laughed herself silly over that last name I gave Mary Beth…and Billy too. Therefore our first sex talk, kinda) and how truly worthless and unworthy of her (with my help) Billy really was. And, of course, there was a little more wine. Which I made her promise not to tell her mom about. (The first secret just between us).

But this afternoon nothing really came of it. I was able to hold her close a few times (just as fatherly hugs of course) and brush away her tears and give her a couple of pecks on the forehead. But between the emotion and the wine she grew tired and went to bed.

When her mom got home she was more understanding than Kim thought she would be. And just went to check on her in the bed. For me I was afraid that she would smell the wine on her. But I guess she didn't. I could overhear them talking and Mel said the usual motherly reassurances, without pooh-poohing her feelings, then let her go to sleep for the rest of the night. But before she did I heard Kim say that she thought Paul was really neat. To which her mother replied, "You like him?" I guess Kim just nodded cause then I heard her mother tease, "well, too bad. He's mine." Then they shared a little mother daughter laugh as they said good night.

Now I had renewed hope of my goal of getting into Kim's panties. Well, actually, since I had stolen a pair, I had already been in them, or at least my stiff penis had, and even cum in them. But now I might be able to get into them while she was still in them and, more importantly, get her out of them in my presence.

That night, Melinda got a royal fucking herself. But I was still restless. So after Mel was fast asleep, I slipped down the hall to look at Kim as she slept. I was just about to whip out my erect penis and start masturbating it while I stood over her. But then she stirred and awoke. Damn. A light sleeper.

She was startled at first to see some man standing over her. But she relaxed when she realized it was me and smiled and said Hi. I told I just wanted to see if she was OK. When she confirmed that she was, I gave her another kiss on her forehead (all the while wishing it were her lips…especially the lower ones) and bid her good night.

I then took myself and my raging erection to the hamper, took out two pair of her panties and cupped my balls with one while I masturbated into the crotch of the other. These I shortly soaked with a sizable load of cum. Fortunately, I remembered give them a quick rinse before putting them back in the hamper. If noticed at all, better they be found a bit damp than with a load of my dried cum in them.

Anyway, from that point (having helped her with her boy troubles) on things were different between Kim and I. To put it simply, she was just more friendly and outwardly accepting of me as her mother's friend. In fact, over the next three weeks, which was how long it was to her birthday and our next big step forward, she seemed to now prefer that I took her to her practices and games, when her mother was otherwise pressed for time, instead of just shrugged indifference. This caused Mel to give me the ole fish-eye a couple of times. To which I would just respond with a shrug of my own to when she'd nearly plead with her mother to let me take her.

All the better for me, because now I could begin my seduction in earnest. This included, but was not limited to, massaging the sore muscle in her legs or shoulder after a game. Or, even if they were not all that sore. Two or three times Mel came in and caught us on the couch with Kim's feet in my lap as I rubbed them while we watched TV or she read her homework. Though that is all we were doing and being caught is not really the right term. But the times that she discovered us got again got me the fish-eye and a minor cold shoulder treatment for the first few minutes she was home.

I'm not sure if she (Kim) ever felt my erection through my pants at these times. But it was there often enough as a rubbed the sweet young 12½-year-old's feet and noticed her long, smooth legs as they disappeared up into her shorts. Actually, I got a big stiffy most anytime I was around her alone. Much less when kneading the bare flesh of her legs or shoulder.

Besides this, we were now giving each other hugs if the team did well at her games or we'd walk back to the car whit her arm around my waist and my draped over her should in conciliation if her team did not. Also, she took to giving me a quick peck on the cheek in greeting or departure or if going to bed. The latter caused Mel's eyebrows to raise so much I thought they'd float off her forehead.

A few days before Kim's 13th birthday party, Melinda again came in to find us on the couch with Kim's feet in my lap. She greeted us warmly but was soon cool enough toward me when Kim went to her room. After asking her what was wrong (as if I didn't know) and some prodding, Mel stopped piddling about the kitchen and turned to look me square in the eyes, "She has a crush on you, you know."

"On me?" I replied with feigned surprise.

"Yes. On you, Mr. Paul Smith. And don't pretend you don't know."

"Actually, I didn't," I lied through my teeth, "How do you know? Did she say something?"

Mel gave me an exacerbated look, "It's obvious to anyone who's ever been a young girl in love. And in that area I think I qualify. I may be an old fart of 36 now, but I can remember back to being a young teen girl and being in love. All 312 times."

"In love?"

"Well, maybe she's not in love with you, but if she doesn't have some sort of crush on you…"

"And you're jealous of me and Kim?"

That question caused her to start a bit and pause.

"No. Jealous of my own daughter and the guy I'm seeing? Hardly. I just don't want to see her get hurt is all"

"How am I supposed to hurt her? Make her my girlfriend then break up with her? And what do I do with her mother. Chop her up and bury the body in the back yard?"

"Paul, I'm being serious. Girls her age are very emotionally vulnerable. I don't want her falling in love with you and be in an impossible situation."

"OK, OK, I get you. What do you want me to do?"

Pause "I don't know. Just be aware of the situation I guess."

"There's a situation?"

"No. You know what I mean. And I don't want there to be. Just be aware of her feelings is all."

Yes, and I'll also be aware of how much I'd like to feel her tight little twat around my man hardon and how much I'd like her to feel me inside her. Damn! Did I say that out loud? No? Good.

"Look, Mel, you know I like Kim and all. Of course I'll sure to watch it" as it slides down over my throbbing cock...No! Stop that! Pretend to be serious. Better yet…deflect "OK, say she does have a crush on me, that's not the most important thing, you know." That got me a quizzical look. "You know what is?"

"What?"

"The most important thing, to me anyway, is whether or not her mom has a crush on me."

"Paul, I said I'm serious."

"Yeah, I know, so am I. So how 'bout it? Does Kim's mom have a crush on me?" as I reached for her.

"Paul!" She slips out of my grip which starts a minute or two game of my pestering her like a little kid to admit that she had a "crush" on me and her slipping in and out of my grip as we play a game of grab-ass. She does indeed start out trying to be serious. But that collapses into a fit of giggles as she finally melds into my arms and our mouths hungrily find each other's.

I think we're on the way to the bedroom for a before dinner quickie when the call of "Mom" comes from Kim's room. This breaks the mood for the quickie, but in parting Melinda gives me another peck on the lips and a smile the promises that everything is OK for now and that she'll make it up to me later.

Mel's revelation about Kim gives me food for thought. Kim and I were getting closer, but I felt there was a point we were stuck at. I thought I was going to have to find some time to be alone with her where she could drink a little more wine, for us to progress further. But if her mom was right, and mothers usually are in such cases, Kim might be more open, and therefore opened up more, to some more advanced advances.

Girl-moans (young 'tween and teen girl hormones) can be the most powerful drug of all. They are usually very active in young teen girls as they are. But when a 'tween or young teen girl is "in love" they are almost nuclear. Yes, I think I can use this. And use it I will. Tonight.

That night, when Melinda had just gotten in the shower, and just after Kim had gone to bed, I went to see in her room.

"Kim? Are you asleep?" I whispered. Though since her light had clicked off just 5 minutes ago I pretty much already knew the answer to that one.

"No. What's up?" she said as she rolled over and half-propped herself up against the headboard.

"Your mom's in the shower so I thought I'd just come in and tell you goodnight," I said as I moved to sit on the edge of her bed while turning on her 3-way nightstand light to the lowest setting.

"You know, your 13th birthday will be in three days. Then you'll officially be a teenager." A mild shrug in acknowledgement of my sage observation. "Are you excited?"

"I don't know. I guess."

"Well, I guess it really doesn't matter anyway. You're already as pretty as any 14-year-old girl out there."

That was a heady compliment because at 12 or 13 kids still rank themselves very much by age compared to other kids. And in our area 14 was also when you generally started high school, which might just as well be university in some kid's minds. In other words, I had, in effect, just told her that she was as pretty as any high school woman out there. I was rewarded with a blush and a slight smile.

"And not only are you very attractive, you're funny and smart."

The blush deepened. At this time I reached out and gently brushed some hairs back off her forehead. A gesture I found that most young girls take as an endearment of sorts. Then I said it right out.

"You know I love you, don't you?"

That caused her head to snap up and a slight gasp as I said it. I could almost see the gears in her head working; Love? Me? What does he mean by that? But I got no answer other than a stare. So I pushed her a bit.

"Hey. You know that, right?

This time I got a slight nod.

"Good. So, I was wondering, do you mind if I give you a kiss goodnight?"

She frowned, "You do all the time."

Well, that was kinda true. Yet not. In the last couple of weeks we had been giving each other pecks hello or goodbye now and then on the cheeks. And a few times she had given me a peck on the cheek before she went to bed. Even in front of her mom (more fish-eye). But I think I only pecked her back maybe twice during the bed time "kisses" since they were mostly in front of her mom. But that was about it.

"Well, no, I mean like a real kiss."

Her face flushed again and I could see her chest heaving slightly up and down beneath her nightshirt. Normally it hung loose. But now, from the way she was sitting up in her bed, it was kinda pulled tight against her and you could barely make out the definition of her nipples on her breasts when she inhaled. At the same time she glanced at the door. This could mean she was looking for an escape route, but I didn't think so. She was concerned about her mother.

"Well, what do you think?"

No response.

"Would it be OK?"

Her mouth opened slightly, but then shut again. The she gulped slightly as she gravely nodded her ascent. I just smiled back at her before leaning my face toward hers and pressing our lips tighter. She returned the pucker but her lips were stiff and I could feel her quivering.

I slowly broke the kiss and backed off a bit. "Sweetheart, relax," I said gently. It's just a kiss. Relax your lips a bit. OK." Another nod and I leaned in again. I could still feel her trembling as our lips came together, but they were much softer this time. And I was sure to hold the kiss for a full 5 seconds before slowly breaking it and setting back again.

"There, I thought that was very nice. Didn't you?"

A slight smile with the nod this time.

"Well, I think your mom's out of the shower now," she fearfully glanced toward the door, but I gave her a reassuring pat on the legs though the covers. "Don't worry about it. I just heard the water shut off. We still have a couple of minutes. Still, we wouldn't want her to misunderstand a simple goodnight kiss, would we?"

"No."

"Right. By the way, how do you feel about me? I mean, you like me, right?"

More blushing and a shrug and then nod as she looked down. Almost all at once.

"Well, that's good. Your opinion means a lot to me. I hope you do like me, 'cause I really like you. Is that OK?"

"Yeah."

That was a good answer. Again, she was at an age where like and love were almost interchangeable.

"Good. Well, I better get back before your mom misses me."

A frown. Ooops. Maybe shouldn't have mentioned mummy dearest. First mom is jealous of daughter. Then daughter is jealous of mom.

"Hey. Don't worry. We'll work it out. OK?" I'm sure she didn't know what I meant by that because I really didn't either as I said it. But she nodded anyway. I guess what I meant was, we'll work out a way to be secret lovers and keep it from your mom.

"Good. We can talk about this some more later. Good night." With that I leaned in for about a two-second kiss on her sweet lips then leaned over to turn out the light as I left her.

She hadn't moved and was still half-sitting against her headboard looking at her hands in her lap as I shut the door. Had I misjudged? Was she going to tell? Well, too late to worry about it now.

Besides, I had a very erect, leaking penis from our little encounter. You would think I was a 16-year-old boy myself. And while I generally don't go that way, I could have used one of those about then to blow my swollen nuts into.

By now I knew it would take Melinda about another 20 minutes before she was actually ready to get into bed. And her good mood had lasted from our little grab-ass session in the kitchen earlier. So I knew that I was in for a nice time before we drifted off to sleep. In fact, I was sure she'd even let me fuck her in the ass tonight as well. But I also knew I would last 2 seconds past the time she first started to fondle my cock (she loved to hold and feel up hard cocks with her hands) in the current state I was in. So I made a quick trip to the hamper to once again masturbate with a couple of pair of Kim's.

I found several of Melinda's, but only one of hers. So I headed off to the back yard to use them behind the garage. I cupped my balls with Melinda's as I wrapped her daughter's around my penis and jerk away slamming the head into the crouch. In less than a minute I was filling the material with shot after shot of thick cum.

Melinda would be happy tonight. Not only would I again be rock hard again (though her ministrations and the thoughts of Kim) by the time we got together, but I would last a bit longer too. I usually saw that she got off first, usually orally, just to be sure she got hers someway. But most times she was also able to get off with me inside her just before I did. But tonight she'd probably get to do that twice and then I could blow my final load in her ass. Yes, it was shaping up to be a good night all the way around.

End of Part 3

I'll give you a hint. Kim did not tell anyone that I told her that I told her I loved her that night and gave her a couple of sensual kisses on the lips. And not all her birthday (which was just 3 days away) presents came wrapped with a bow.

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