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Are You Bi-Curious?

Story codes: solo, bg, bbb, mm, MM, mF, mM, MF, exh, voy, 
inc

In writing this story I hoped I might gain a bit more self-
understanding. To that end, I think I may have succeeded. 
My hope is, if you're wondering about yourself or thinking 
about dipping your toe into the waters, I hope this 
provides you with some insights-food for thought. As much 
as it is an effort to know myself, how my story resonates 
with you is your test.

I've enjoyed writing this story immensely. There are parts 
that about my mom that were very powerful for me in the 
remembering. I loved her dearly. She was one of a kind. 

If you've read my stories, you'll find threads in this one 
that tie back to earlier accounts from my life. I think of 
this as a kind of sexual biography. Since everything I 
write has some reference to my past, the strings all tie 
back to this story. Some of the true nature of those facts 
and events are revealed here. It follows a timeline through 
my life that is only significant to my sexual development. 

Here I tell you about the real Magda-one of the prime 
characters in 'The Best Summer of My Life'. She was the 
woman who taught me about oral sex when I was thirteen. To 
avoid repeating myself about Magda, I have kept the details 
of her wondrous lessons to a minimum here. If you want more 
specifics, can read the outher story as well. Her teachings 
plus those of my mother, brought about the acceptance of my 
bisexuality. 

Although I have always denied having experienced incest 
first hand, I can't tell this story without finally 
admitting to the truth. I did have relations with my mother 
and sister, although nothing to the extent I have written 
about in my stories. Mine is more a story of frustrated 
love and desire. I'm hoping they will forgive this 
indiscretion and understand. 

If you're bi or gay, I apologize for some of the language 
and references I use. When I was a child, homosexuality was 
a serious taboo and gays were pariah. They were subjected 
to the worst treatment society could offer-but you already 
know that. The language reflects the mood of those times 
and happily, it changes as I get older.



In The Beginning

I look over, he's standing at the other side of the toilet. 
It's huge, thick as the core of a toilet paper roll. Even 
flaccid, it's fully six inches long or better. My father's 
cock amazes me. We both piss into the toilet-my morning 
lesson on the finer points of urination. I don't know my 
age at the time-six, maybe seven. My Father and I do this 
often. It's one of my very few memories of us sharing 
anything. I never saw it erect but it must have been 
magnificent. Therein might be the seeds of my deep love for 
cocks.

When I was ten, we lived on the second floor of a cold-
water tenement. My father was a journeyman tradesman and my 
mom worked part time at a florist but mostly stayed at 
home. My sister was four years older and she would soon 
graduate to high school.

Where we lived, most households were low-income. Although, 
what does that really mean to a ten year old. Life for me 
was about having fun-as much as I could get away with. 
There were railway tracks at the base of the street. My 
friends and I played in vacant lots there-between factories 
and old offices. We amused ourselves in abandoned vehicles 
and with other discarded items. 

Girls hadn't entered my life yet-that is, beyond a few 
school crushes. A young girl lived upstairs-she caught my 
eye-got me curious. I knew women and men were different. 
Girls and boys, however-not so terribly different, I 
thought.

Her name was Francine. She was nine. We were good friends 
and we played together often. A staircase at the back of 
our building joined all three floors. One morning I met her 
there. I asked to see under her clothes. She giggled and 
nodded. She pushed down her panties-lifted her skirt. I was 
captivated. To me, her bald, immature pussy resembled a 
tiny hotdog bun. All puffy with a pretty little slit that 
beckoned to me. I knelt in front and touched it. She 
giggled again. I parted the tiny lips with my thumbs-
discovered a lovely shade of pink within. Satisfied, I 
stood and thanked her.

I asked if she wanted to see me but she declined. She'd 
seen her younger brother every day. She told me, I could 
see her any time I wanted. It became a regular game for us. 
Whenever we'd meet in the stairwell, I would command her to 
undress.

I'd say, "Francine pull down your panties and lift your 
dress." Always, she would follow my instructions to the 
letter.

I would inspect her closely, probing more deeply with each 
examination. I squirmed my finger a short way into her tiny 
pussy. Afterwards, I would touch and rub everywhere between 
her legs-front and back. Her ass got inspected in close 
detail. She appeared to enjoy our rituals very much.

One fateful day we met and began as usual. But this day, I 
wanted more. 

"Pull down you panties and take them off," I ordered.

She looked up and smiled as she followed my instruction.

"Lift up your dress and take it off," I ordered.

Her eyes sparkled as she complied once more. 

"Sit and lay back against the stairs," I told her.

She did so and she parted her legs as well. She was a 
vision to me, completely naked except for her little shoes. 
She lay there smiling as I knelt between her legs. I began 
my investigation parting her tiny pussy lips. She was more 
moist there than usual. I probed her with my finger and 
rubbed the slimy juices around her lips. She wriggled and 
told me how good it felt.

I'm sure we would have gone on to even more intimate 
discoveries but it wasn't meant to be. That morning, 
Francine's mom became curious about why we spent so much 
time in the stairwell. She came marching down the stairs 
catching us red handed. Her mother was a staunch Catholic 
and there was her daughter, sinning in the worst way. She 
screamed and flailed at her wildly. Painful blows to her 
tiny body caused Francine to sob and scramble away. 

She ran up the stairs-her mother in hot pursuit. I chose 
the opposite direction, straight to my home and my room. I 
heard more screams through the ceiling-her mother 
continuing with her punishment. On and on it went. At last, 
her screams subsided-became whimpers-like a beaten animal. 
I felt terrible, sick to my stomach. I wondered about my 
own fate when my mom would come home.

A short while later, Francine's mother screamed from her 
front balcony-yelling at my mom. She was returning from the 
local market. They exchanged loud and nasty remarks-
difficult to know who was winning. The only real winners 
were the neighbours. All turned out to enjoy the show and 
join in. Laughter and choice editorial comments were 
everywhere. Francine and I were at the center of a 
neighbourhood scandal. Mom finally entered our apartment 
and called for me.

"RICK, COME HERE... NOW!" she screamed.

I knew I was in for it. I walked out and tears streamed 
down my cheeks. She saw and she plopped into a chair at the 
entrance. She combed her hair with her fingers in 
frustration. I approached-she reached out, pulling me to 
her. 

"What have you been up to today? The truth now!"

I told her everything. I apologized for all the grief I'd 
caused. I told her how badly I felt about Francine-how 
unfair it was for her. I wanted to take all the punishment 
instead of her. It was my entire fault and Francine had 
been my unwitting accomplice. 

Mom stared at me, astonished. She hugged me close-kissed 
the top of my head. The next day I went up and said 
everything all over again-this time to Francine's mom and 
dad. There were no hugs from them. Her mom was moderately 
moved at my selflessness. She ordered me to do a lot of 
religious stuff and then forbad me to ever speak to her 
daughter again. I obeyed her wishes about her daughter but 
not about the religious stuff. We weren't a religious 
family at all. 

After that day, I preferred to be alone. I wandered the 
areas where we lived, searching for special places-places 
free from prying eyes where I could think and be by myself. 
I found several around the neighbourhood and I frequented 
them after school. 

One place in particular was a field beside a large 
underpass. This one became my secret place. There were huge 
stacks of quarried stone and construction materials 
everywhere. Behind the granite slabs there was a weed-
filled clearing with a kind of manhole near the center. 
There was no cover and down below, there was a large valve 
wheel near the bottom. The large stones surrounded the 
clearing on all sides.

The first time I went into the opening, I sat on the valve 
wheel and studied the brick walls surrounding me. Looking 
skyward through the opening, I felt a stirring in my gut. 
My cock needed tending and I rubbed it through my shorts. 
Slipping off my shorts it felt much better. The air on my 
cock and balls felt nice. I removed my shirt, shoes and 
socks. The good feelings increased. It was nerve-racking 
but I felt so free and really naughty.

The minutes passed. Standing on the wheel I stuck my head 
out the opening-no one was around. I turned, look all 
around. Grabbing hold of the opening, I lifted myself up to 
sit on the edge. I was extremely nervous but so excited. My 
heart was pounding. I sat there for a moment taking it all 
in. I stood up-began to walk around the clearing. It all 
felt so wrong and yet, so right.

There were voices nearby but I didn't care, I wanted this 
to continue. The joy. The freedom. All intoxicating-like a 
drug. I moved around the area, tried to locate the voices. 
Climbing a leaning rock face-I saw three kids coming toward 
me. I panicked and barely made it back to the manhole in 
time. I heard the voices clearly above me. They walked 
right by. I frantically dressed again.

The thrill of the experience was beyond my comprehension. I 
had discovered secret nudism. I was hooked now and would 
remain so for the rest my life. From that day forward 
things would change for me in wonderful ways. I returned 
again and again to my secret place-exploring the whole area 
in the nude. I played with myself as I lay on the rock 
slabs, often hearing voices close by-they only intensified 
the thrill. 

After a while, the thrill of being caught naked became all 
I could think about. The prospect electrified me. It became 
clear that I actually wanted to be seen naked. Thinking 
over the possibilities, I chose to start at home. That 
seemed the safest place to try. The thought of my mom or 
sis seeing me was a further turn-on. I'd start with my 
sister Elsie. 

Learning to Expose Myself.

My sister's bedroom and mine were really one big room 
divided by an accordion partition. On this particular 
morning I went to Elsie's room looking for a pencil to take 
to school. I knocked and opened the door. She yelped and 
covered her chest with her hands. She was only wearing 
demure granny panties. 

She was angry. I had just barged in. I remember defending 
my action, saying she had nothing to look at anyway. What 
an idiot I was. Elsie and I were close, as we still are 
today. The look in her eyes made me feel small and useless. 

I apologized-admitting my stupidity for what I'd said. I 
offered to strip for her as punishment. I was stupid, but 
not that stupid. She smirked, kicked me out. "Maybe later," 
she laughed. 

'Why would she be interested,' I thought, walking to my 
room, 'she's four years older than me'.

We went to school. All day my failure replayed in my mind. 
When we returned home, I stripped naked in my room. I 
waited and then walked to her closed door and stood 
outside. I listened as she changed. When I felt the time 
was right I knocked. 

"Come in," she called, her voice frustrated and a bit 
whiny.

I took a deep breath, opened the door and marched in stark 
naked. "You didn't take me up on my offer this morning," I 
announced, "but I still want to show you how sorry I am." 

Her mouth gaped open. She was in her panties and school 
blouse. It was partially undone. 

"You're crazy," she laughed. "Fine, if you really want to 
do this, give me a show then. Turn around. Show me 
everything."

I spun around for her-bent over, showed her my ass-even 
spread my cheeks for her. I moved in closer. Stood on her 
bed so my stiff cock would be closer to her. I danced and 
gyrated like a clumsy belly dancer. Sticking out my hips-
making my cock bounce and sway for her. I felt dizzy with 
excitement.

"You sure seem to be enjoying yourself," Elsie said. "Stop, 
let me have a closer look."

I stood still at the edge of her bed. She bent forward 
examining me more closely. 

"Can I touch you?" She asked. 

"Can I see you first?" I replied. 

"You're sure?" She teased. "There's not much to see anyway. 
Remember?" 

"I said I was sorry for that. That's why I'm standing here 
with no clothes on. I'm apologizing."

"I think it's more than that. You're enjoying this. Some 
punishment."

"Maybe," I nodded and stuck out my hard cock. She looked 
unimpressed.

"All right then," I said, "pick something else for me to do 
and I'll do it if I can."

"Okay, I will. Count on it. We'll see how much you like 
doing this."

I was hesitant at her response. But excitement took over as 
she continued to unbutton her school blouse. She removed 
the top. There was a delicate white bra underneath. 
Releasing it from behind her, it fell away exposing two 
tiny breasts. She was indeed flat chested but I loved her 
rigid nipples. Her areolas were very puffy, perched on two 
tiny mounds, no bigger than half a large plum. Hardly 
breasts at all but to me, they were magnificent. 

I asked if I could see the rest. She hesitated and then sat 
on the bed and slipped the panties off. She flopped back at 
my feet, parting her thighs for better viewing.

I lay down beside her, my cock near her face. I looked 
closely at her pretty slit. There were wisps of fine blonde 
hair on her mound and below. Her lips were puffy and thick. 
I asked if I could touch her. She said no, yet she 
immediately took hold of my cock. 

I loved her touch but complained she was being unfair. She 
grudgingly conceded. I could touch her. I didn't waste a 
second. I remember parting her thick lips with my fingers 
and being intrigued by the pink sticky wetness inside-so 
much more than Francine. I wanted to stick my finger in 
her. Instead, I slid it in between her lips, sliding it 
back and forth. It must have caused too much stimulation. 
She ordered me to stop.

Being older, Elsie had some idea what to do with me. She 
stroked my little cock gently as she examined it up close. 
I was clearly getting the better end of the deal. In the 
throes of young passion I pulled at her hips and kissed her 
pussy. Just a sweet little boy's kiss but Elsie was 
shocked. She pushed me away calling me a pig. I complained 
but she just kicked me out. An hour later my mom came home 
and things resumed their normality.

For days after I tried for a repeat performance-nothing 
happened. Frustrated, I turned my attention to my mom.

I began to bathe more often, walking back to my room 
wrapped with a towel. I'd sit at my desk with the door 
almost closed. I kept the towel loose at my waist and 
prayed that my mom or my sis would walk in. Once my sister 
did but she just rolled her eyes and left without a word.

This went on for days with no success. Finally, one evening 
my mom came to my room. She was curious why I was suddenly 
taking so many baths. She knocked at my door and called to 
me. I could feel the blood rush to my head as I got out of 
my chair and let the towel fall away. I walked to the door 
and I new she could see me through the crack. I stood 
partially behind the door and opened it wider.

"Yes Mom."

"Oh my," she said with a wide smile, "there's something I 
haven't seen in a while."

"What? Oh, that... I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't apologize, I'm your mother. I used to bathe you, 
remember?"

I took a breath, opened the door wider. I moved from behind 
and stood in front of her. She looked puzzled for a second 
and then her smile grew even wider.

"You're right, not much point in hiding, is there?" She 
said. "I've seen it all before and that's very mature of 
you, Rick. I was going to ask you why you're taking so many 
baths lately. I guess I know why, though-you're growing up. 
Why don't you come and watch TV with us? Put something on 
first, though." She winked at me and walk away.

I closed the door and lay down on my bed. I fondled my cock 
as I replayed the scene in my mind. Now I was getting 
somewhere.

One day during the summer break, Elsie had her friends Barb 
and Trish over. They were bored I think or maybe just being 
playful. The three of them came into my room and Elsie said 
she wanted her friends to see my cock. 

"You owe me this, remember?" She reminded me. 

I smiled and nodded. I would have done anything for her and 
I stripped off all my clothes as I watched her friends 
giggle and fidget. She ordered me to lie on my bed while 
Barb and Trish watched from the doorway. I was beyond 
excited. Elsie kept her cool sitting beside me, taking hold 
of my rigid cock. She invited the others to join her. After 
some hesitation, I had six young girls' hands pulling on my 
cock, playing with my balls and touching me everywhere. It 
was absolute heaven.
 
I could have gone on all day. I tried to convince them to 
strip and join me but they wouldn't. They finally tired of 
their forbidden toy and went back to Elsie's room. I lay 
there playing with myself for a long time with the door 
open. Now and then, Barb or Trish would wander by to have 
another look. They each came in and touched me a little 
more. Alone, I was able to touch Barb's breasts through her 
dress. Just for a minute. Later, Mom came home from her 
part time job and I dressed once more.

Elsie and I were always liberal about nudity in the years 
that followed. We never bothered to dress or cover up in 
each other's company-something that has always delighted 
me. However, we hardly ever touched each other again. Only 
a couple of isolated times in later years. 

Once when I was staying over with her and her husband. She 
came into my room as I exited the shower. She looked me up 
and down. She approached and touched my cock lightly. She 
remarked at how nice it was to see how well I had filled 
out as a man. 

After her husband left for work I went upstairs to talk to 
her-she stood in the hallway naked. I was surprised.

"I'm being silly, but would you be interested in reliving a 
childhood memory? Really, it would mean a lot," she asked.

"I think that would be wonderful," I said. "Which one? We 
have a few you know." 

"This is about rediscovery for me, let's lie on your bed 
and explore each other, like when we were kids. No sex 
though. I don't want that."

We lay on my bed. Touching. Caressing. Fondling. It was 
almost existential. I felt as if we floated on waves of 
deep emotion and loving. We lay talking, enjoying each 
other all morning-basking in our loving remembrances. That 
was all. We never had actual sex, although I doubt it would 
have been any more intense. There were a few more such 
encounters-all equally memorable.

As for my Mom. I displayed myself to her every chance I 
could get-she rarely objected. If we were alone at home, I 
would stroll into the kitchen naked to ask her something. 
She would smile and sometimes chuckle to herself. She'd 
pretend all was normal. 

I tried once to get her to touch me. I complained of pains 
in my stiff cock. I asked her to see if it was okay.

"No, Rick, you're fine," she looked at me slyly. "I can see 
that from here. Are you masturbating yet? You know, playing 
with your penis and pulling on it?"  

I was shocked. Stunned. I just gaped at her.

"Come on, Rick. Don't be so shocked. All young boys do it. 
Has something come out of the end yet?"

My jaw dropped even farther. Somehow I collected myself and 
answered. "Yah, clear slippery stuff."

"Good," she smiled. "That will change with time, you'll 
see. Go to your room and do it now. I'm not going to touch 
you, I know that's all you want me to do."

"Can I do it here, now?

"No, you can't. Go, go now?




My First Taste of Cock

Even though I had somewhat succeeded with Mom and my sis, 
the experience with Francine had left me gun-shy about 
girls. I still had my little school crushes but I never 
pursued them. A few times I walked girls home and we would 
kiss and pet a little. I loved it but I was always afraid 
of getting them in trouble. I wasn't the sharpest tool in 
the box in those days.

At the age of twelve I had two close friends, Gerry and his 
brother Robby. Gerry was wild, a Tom Sawyer throwback, 
while Robby was a year older and more quiet. We all went to 
the same grade school although Robby was in the next grade. 
Times were different back then and boys our age played the 
whole day outside. Together, we'd get into every kind of 
mischief. That summer we were almost inseparable. 

My sexual needs were getting stronger every day and my cock 
required constant attention. I seldom wore underwear and 
the slightest rubbing would make me hard.

Gerry made fun of me when that happened. He'd point to the 
tent in my shorts and laugh-especially when I was sitting 
and it peeked out from the leg. He'd call me 'perv', 'homo' 
and 'queer'. Robby would tell him to shut up and mind his 
own business. He'd smile and tell me not to bother-hard-ons 
happened to everyone. I always liked Robby, more than 
Gerry, for sure.

One weekend, my parents were going to our cottage. It 
wasn't actually our cottage; all my aunts and uncles shared 
in it as well. This weekend was our turn but my sister 
asked to stay in town for a sleepover. 

My parents suggested I invite Gerry and Robby and I did. 
The three of us sat in the back seat and joked all the way 
up. When we arrived, I showed my friends all my favorite 
places. There was a pond in the forest behind the house. It 
wasn't very large but still big enough to swim in. 

"Can we go for a swim now?" Gerry asked.

"Sure," I said, "I swim in it all the time."

"Let's go put on our bathing suits," Gerry said.

"We don't need suits. Haven't you ever gone skinny 
dipping?"

"You mean, no clothes, out here in the open?" Gerry said.

"Yah, sissy. Afraid his mom will come out and see your 
little willy?" Robby laughed.

"PISS OFF!" Gerry yelled. "My cock would probably scare 
her."

Robby laughed even harder and so did I. Gerry pushed down 
his shorts and stuck his hips out.

"Check this out," he said. "Let's see if yours' are any 
bigger."

I had to admit, he had a nice long cock but it was really 
skinny. Mine was shorter but it was a lot thicker with a 
big head. I pushed down my shorts and took them off. Then I 
removed everything else. Gerry looked at me strangely. He 
never really intended to strip. Robby was quick to follow 
my lead. He stripped off his clothes and was hands down, 
the best endowed. His cock was both long and thick. He was 
uncut, like Gerry. I was circumcised and the two were 
fascinated by it.

"Wow, I've never seen one like yours," Gerry said. "So 
that's what being circumcised looks like?"

"Guess so," I said. "My dad's the same way. I've never seen 
cocks like yours either."

Gerry finished stripping and smiled with pride. He was 
strong and muscular, like his father while Robby and I were 
thin and wiry. 

"Come on, let's get in the water," he yelled.

We splashed around for an hour until we saw my mom coming 
up the path. The others dunked into the water to hide 
themselves.

"How's the water?" She asked as she approached. She was 
wearing her usual cottage attire, a small sundress that 
buttoned down the front. Her boobs jiggled and bounced 
gently under the garment as she moved. I don't think she 
ever wore underwear in the country. My dad sometimes 
complained to her about it. "Not appropriate, out in public 
without your skivvies," he'd say. 

Her nipples pressed against the material making clear 
impressions. I adored how she looked. The swaying of her 
breasts, her cheeks pressing against the back of her dress 
at times. It gave me butterflies. I stood there naked and 
she approached smiling and looking down at my cock.

"Rick, get in the water, you don't have any clothes on," 
Gerry urgently whispered.

"The water's terrific," I answered her. She walked right up 
to me.

"That's good," she said. She looked at Gerry and Robby 
crouching down in the water. "Sorry boys, a lot of people 
skinny dip here, you'll get used to it, you'll see."

"Do you skinny dip here too?" Robby asked. 

"Yes, of course, but just with my husband. Sorry, Robby, 
I'm the only one who gets to peek," she giggled and turned 
to walk back.

Robby stood. Moved up beside me. Gerry followed next. 

"See you all later," she called back without turning. 

"For sure, see you later," Robby echoed.

She turned briefly and beamed at all of us. "Not as much as 
I'm seeing now, I hope." She laughed out loud and continued 
walking.

"That was incredible," Robby said. "Let's jerk off. I'm 
gonna go nuts if I don't."

He didn't wait for an answer. He started pulling on his 
cock and I was quick to join in. Gerry wasn't interested.

"You guys are fuckin' queers... homos," he said. "I'm going 
back to the house."

He grabbed his clothes and left.

"What did she mean, most people skinny dip here?" Robby 
asked as his hand moved quickly up and down his shaft.

"The neighbours use this pond too and most of the time they 
skinny dip."

"Have you ever seen them?"

"No, they usually cover up when we get here or we leave 
them alone. I've only seen their boys naked and they're 
much younger. You're the first guy my age I've seen."

I was really enjoying all this-jerking off in the open-with 
another boy. I loved how his cock looked, so long and 
thick. It was still only half the size of my dad's or less 
but I was jealous of it anyway.

"No kidding," he said. "You've never seen one before? You 
wanna have a closer look? There's no one around."

I was shocked but that was just what I wanted. 

"Would that be okay?" I asked. "You won't think I'm queer 
or something, will you?"

"No I won't. Gerry puts on a big show but we do it with 
each other all the time. Go ahead-get a good look. I want 
you to."

I knelt in front of him and examined him close-up. His cock 
stood erect and a bead of precum had formed at the tip. The 
head was swollen and stuck out clear of its skin hood.

"Touch it if you want. It feels so much better when someone 
else touches it. Go ahead."

I tentatively touched his shaft with the tips of my 
fingers. It was hot and he smelled like I did sometimes, 
only stronger. He spread his feet apart and I cupped his 
balls in my hand. I felt each one gingerly with my fingers, 
rolling them around. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and 
pulled it down a bit. I examined the tip closely. The hood 
was back completely and the head was deep purple. I could 
barely breathe I was so excited. Mom's voice called to us 
from the cottage. I snapped out of my daze.

"W... we'd better go," I stammered.

"Sure," Robby said. His look was serious and all business 
now. "I think you like this, don't you?"

I nodded and stroked his shaft a bit as I smiled up to him. 
I leaned in and nuzzled up to the tip with my cheek. Robby 
groaned and smiled.

"Oh yah, you like it all right. We'll do some more later 
when we go to bed."

"Yah, I'd like that for sure," I said. "This was great."

We walked back to the house and when we entered I saw Robby 
give Gerry a funny look. Gerry looked back at me and 
smiled.

We had supper and played board games until bedtime. The 
bedrooms for my sister and I were upstairs while my 
parents' room was on the main floor. The three of us went 
up and got ready for bed. 

"Gerry and I always sleep in the raw," Robby said.

"So do I sometimes. I guess we can, since my sis isn't 
here."

My sister's room had a door while mine was just on the 
landing off the staircase. The three of us were out of our 
clothes in no time when Mom's head came up through the 
opening for the stairs. She looked surprised and smiled-
covered her eyes with her hand. It was obvious she could 
still see us. The cracks between her fingers were pretty 
wide.

"So is everyone ready for bed?" She said as she stood a few 
stairs down from the landing.

"Come on Mom, we know you can still see us, you can stop 
pretending."

She dropped her hand and glanced over our immature young 
bodies. Robby and Gerry covered their hard-ons and she 
smiled.

"I was trying to make you all feel more comfortable," she 
said. "Please don't worry about how you look boys-never be 
ashamed of your bodies. Look, Rick has an erection just 
like you and he's okay if I see it."

She climbed the last few steps to the top. "Okay, honey, 
come and give me a kiss good night."

I walked over to kiss her as Robby and Gerry let their 
hands fall to their sides. She stretched out her arms and I 
slid happily into her embrace. I felt her hand squeeze my 
ass and then she gave it a little love slap. 

"Good night, honey," she looked over at the other two. 
"That's better, isn't it boys? You all look so nice."

"Hey, what about us? Don't we get a kiss good night?" Robby 
asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Mom said. "Maybe I can make an 
exception this one time."

They approached her and she pecked them both on the 
forehead. She turned quickly, stepping down the stairs, 
fanning her face with her hand.

"Wow, that was so cool," Robby said, "Okay, let's have some 
fun now."

"I hear you got a real close look at Robby today," Gerry 
whispered. "Want to see mine?"

"Yah, sure. Why not?" I said.

Gerry lay on the floor, parting his legs widely. I knelt 
between them and moved in close up to his hard twelve-year-
old cock. 

"Can I touch it?"

"Yah for sure you can," he said, "go ahead."

"I carefully felt around his shaft and then his balls as he 
moaned. I could feel the heat from his sex against my skin. 
He smelled like me. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and 
stroked it. I loved how his head popped in and out of its 
little skin hood."

"That's it, keep doing that," he said. "You're almost as 
good as Robby."

All the while Robby lay beside us stroking the length of 
his cock and smiling. 

Gerry started to cum as he flexed his legs and wriggled on 
the floor. Robby covered Gerry's mouth with his hand as 
Gerry screamed through his orgasm. He shot his clear boy 
cum in my hand and it lubricated my fingers as I continued 
pumping his softening cock.

Robby signaled me over to him.

"Do me now," he said.

I reached down and took his cock in my hand.

"Spit on it. Spit on your hand first," Robby told me.

I did as he asked grabbing hold of him again. He leaned 
against the wall as I knelt between his legs. With one hand 
I pulled long strokes up his cock while I massaged his 
balls with the other. 

The feeling was incredible as I held Robby's sex in my 
hands. I felt so powerful. I was the one controlling all 
the potent sensations he was feeling. I wanted to do more. 
Make him scream. Scream like Gerry did. I got my wish. 
Robby shot spurts of cum up all over my hand and on my arm. 
His cum wasn't thin and clear like Gerry's and mine-it was 
thicker and slimier. I was elated. I wanted to turn around 
and do it to Gerry again.

Gerry grabbed me from behind, easing me to the floor. His 
hand wrapped around my cock and he stroked me furiously. It 
was like nothing I'd ever felt. Soon Robby's hands were 
fondling my ass and my balls and I was in absolute heaven. 
Electricity shot through me. The sensations kept getting 
stronger. I came with a ferocity I'd never known and 
screamed.

"What's going on up there," Mom's voiced call up to us. 

We scrambled to our beds just as her head became visible. 
She climbed up a few more steps and sniffed the air. I'm 
sure the smell of sperm was present. A strange look came 
over her face. 

"That's it for tonight boys, not another peep out of you."

"Okay," I muttered from my bed.

Later that night Robby slipped from his bed into mine. I 
liked the feel of his skin against me. We caressed each 
other's hard cocks for a long time, until very late. 

The next morning, after breakfast, Gerry and Robby ran out 
to play. Mom pulled me aside to talk. 

"Rick, were you boys playing with each other last night?"

"Yah, sure we were Mom. It was just us up there," I said.

"No, Rick, I think you know just what I mean. Were you 
touching each other's penises and masturbating?"

"MOM!"

"I want to know, Rick, and I won't be angry. Please trust 
me. Were you all playing with each other?"

"Yes," I answered-staring at the floor.

"What did you do?"

"MOM, I can't talk about that."

"Did you play with each other's penises?"

"Yah."

"Did you masturbate?"

"Yah."

"Did you kiss?"

"Yuck, MOM! Do you think we're queer or something?"

"No, of course not. Even if you were, you're too young to 
even know. I'm not upset with you, Rick. I'm just trying to 
understand where you are, sexually. What you're doing is 
perfectly normal. Kids do it all the time. You haven't been 
involved with girls yet. You're just finding ways to 
satisfy your needs and curiosity. Do you understand what 
I'm saying?"

"I think so. So you don't think I'm a homo?"

"No, Rick, I don't. But I do think you should slow things 
down a bit. There's very little I can do to help, sex is 
such a powerful force. Just be careful please. I don't want 
you getting hurt. So you didn't use your mouth for 
anything?"

"Wha... MOM? What do you mean? What would I do with my mouth? 
I told you we didn't kiss."

"Nothing really, she said. You're still very young. Okay go 
play with your friends. I bet they can't wait to go skinny-
dipping again."

I jumped up and kissed her before running out to the pond. 
Her last words stuck with me, though. What would I be doing 
with my mouth? Anything that came to mind made me nauseous. 
Like Mom predicted, when I reached the clearing, Gerry and 
Robby were already skinny-dipping.

"What took you so long," Robby asked. 

"My mom just wanted to talk to me."

"About last night?" Gerry asked.

"Yah, that."

"What did you tell her?"

"Just that we were horsing around, that's all." I lied to 
them.

I stripped and ran into the pond. The three of us came 
together-hands roaming everywhere. Grabbing. Feeling. 
Stroking. We kept at it until each of us came. We swam some 
more. Later, we all lay on the soft grass in the warm 
morning sun. 

"This is the greatest," Robby said. "I've never tried 
something like this. I mean, lying naked on the grass-right 
out in the open. I hope your mom comes around and looks at 
me again."

"Why is that?" My mom's voice came from behind us. We all 
jumped and turned to look. She emerged from the path 
smiling, carrying a folding chair."

She strolled up in front of us and slowly looked us over. 
Her large sunglasses made it impossible to see who she was 
looking at.

"Why did you say that? Was it Robby?" Her head turned in 
his direction. She smiled at him.

"Yah, that was me. Sorry." He admitted, before looking 
away. 

"Don't be sorry. I'm not offended. Just tell me why you 
said that. I'm only curious."

"Well, I guess it just feels so good having no clothes on. 
But when you look at me, somehow I feel even better. You 
know, if my mom caught me doing this, I'd get a beating. 
You're so much prettier than she is too."

"Oh my, why thank you. Your mother is a handsome woman. 
That's a real complement. I love it that you're all 
comfortable when you're naked around me. I have no problem 
with your nudity in fact-it's pleasant and very natural. So 
I guess you won't mind if I join you then?"

"Oh yah, that would be great," I agreed for all of us.

She unfolded the chair, setting it just off to one side. 
She could look down over us all from her position. Her 
khaki shorts were quite baggy and loose. Her top was made 
of two wide strips of light cotton that tied behind her 
neck. Each strip covered a breast. Her back and sides were 
bare and she covered her skin with suntan oil. The top 
loosened. Not enough to see very much but we did get peeks 
of the sides of her breasts.

She leaned back in the chair and stretched out her legs. 
From our angle we could see clearly up her shorts. We could 
make something out but it was just dark. She never wore 
under wear in the country so I guessed it was her pussy. It 
was just something dark, maybe hairy. I wasn't sure. I had 
no expectations beyond the young immature pussies I had 
seen before. But it sure was better than nothing. We all 
had hard-ons. We couldn't take our eyes off her. Her large 
dark sunglasses gave us no clue where she was looking. She 
sat motionless in her chair.

Suddenly, she moved. The three of us jumped and a telltale 
smile formed at the corner of Mom's mouth. She picked up a 
small spray bottle. Spraying great puffs of mist above her, 
she moistened her face, shoulders and the strips covering 
her. She did this three more times. When the mist settled, 
her nipples and areolas were quite visible through her 
moistened, clinging top. I thought my cock would burst. I 
folded my arms behind my head for a better look. We lay 
there transfixed, hardons pulsating. Finally, the fabric 
dried and robbed us of her beautiful treasures.

"Well, its time to get back and start dinner," Mom said.

She stood and bent over at the waist to fold up her chair. 
We were treated to the beautiful outline of her ass and a 
peek at the side of her boobs again.

"See you at dinner boys," she said as she walked past us.

We watched as she entered the path once more and quickly 
disappeared into the bush. 

Robby got up on his knees. "Come on guys, get up here. Lets 
jerk each other off now that she's gone."

Gerry and I got on our knees as well. We each reached for a 
free cock to stroke.

"I couldn't stand it another minute," Robby said.

I pulled on his lovely cock while he reciprocated with 
Gerry. Gerry was hard at word stroking me and we all 
moaned. 

"Did you see those nipples? I thought I was going to pass 
out-they were so beautiful," Robby said.

"Do you think she knew? I mean, did she do all that on 
purpose?" Gerry said.

"No," I responded. "She always dresses like that at the 
cottage. But it was great wasn't it?"

We all came once more and then ran into the pool to cool 
off. That didn't stop us from jerking one more time before 
we went back for supper.

We stayed naked and marched back to the house. My dad was 
on the deck reading when he saw us. 

"Hold on there boys. The pond and bedtime are the only 
places you can take your clothes off here. Put 'em on 
boys."

We reluctantly dressed and went in to dinner. That night 
was pretty much a repeat of the night before. We had 
dinner-played board games-went to bed. We were excited 
going up the stairs this time. We pulled off our clothes as 
we climbed. Up at the landing, we were quickly naked and 
began fondling each other. We heard Mom's footsteps and we 
lined up to face her. 

She smiled widely and came all the way up. She stood in 
front of us inspecting her troops. Sexy little bayonets 
throbbing and at the ready. She was wearing the same 
clothes from earlier. 

"My, such a handsome group of boys. All ready for bed?

We all nodded silently and she came over to me and gave me 
a hug. I rubbed her bare back with my hands as we hugged. 
My hard cock rubbed against her leg. At twelve my head was 
level with her boobs. Tonight I nuzzled my cheek against 
the right one. Her flimsy top let me feel the softness and 
fullness of her breast. She giggled and eased me back. 

"Don't be naughty now, Rick," she chided. 

As she walked by the other two she gave them each a kiss on 
the forehead and squeezed their shoulder. 

"Off to bed with you," she said. She began her descent down 
the staircase. She paused and looked back. "And please, 
let's not have a repetition of last night. Okay?"

"Yes Mom,"

No sooner had she gone than both Gerry and Robby were 
pawing at me. Gerry was fondling my balls while Robby 
stroked my cock. I noticed a different treatment tonight, 
more gentle. I looked Robby in the eyes. He squeezed my 
cock and continued. This was another new experience. The 
night before and all that day, jerking off was rough and 
impatient. Tonight it was more tender and caring. Even 
Gerry seemed more gentle. I loved how it all felt. I 
realized jerking off could be many things.

In no time I came and this time Robby covered my mouth. Now 
it was my turn but my mouth was dry. I needed to spit in my 
hand. I had an idea. I tiptoed to my sister's room for her 
suntan oil. I slathered my hands with it. I got the boys to 
lie on either side of me and jerked them both off at the 
same time. My hands slipped and squished up and down their 
cocks. They both caressed my cock and balls while I stroked 
them. I couldn't believe what I was doing and how good it 
felt-both boys were completely under my control. I was so 
turned on I felt lightheaded.

Robby came first and his whole body contorted. Gerry was 
next. The two of them had enough orgasms for one day and 
they both went to bed to sleep. I reached for some tissues 
but the box was empty. 

I snuck downstairs through the living room to the kitchen. 
To my horror Mom was still sitting there reading. She 
raised her head and looked at me. Her eyes scanned my naked 
body, my skin tingled.

"Bathroom?" She asked. I nodded. 

She noticed my greasy hands. "Come here."

She took both hands and felt the palms with her thumbs. She 
brought them to her face and sniffed them. She raised her 
head rolling back her eyes.

"You did it again, didn't you?"

My eyes welled up. 

"Yah," my voice trembled, "I did them both at once, Mom." 

Tears streamed down my cheeks. "I just wanted to wipe my 
hands, I didn't think you'd still be up. Mom, I really 
loved doing it this time. I really did. It keeps feeling 
better and better. I must be a fag."

"No, Honey, you're not. You know today, down at the pond? 
Well I was testing you all, sort-of."

"How? What do you mean?"

"I made sure you all could see up my shorts and I wet my 
top on purpose. I was testing you all to see if you got 
excited-and you did."

"You did all that on purpose?" My whole mood changed.

"Yes, I did. I also ducked into the bushes after I left. I 
watched as you all masturbated each other on your knees, 
I'd never seen anything like that before."

"I can't believe you saw us do that. You're not angry?"

"No, it was kind of cute and sexy in a way. But please, 
don't get carried away with it. I'm not angry but I will be 
if that's all you boys keep doing. I'll have to talk to 
their Mother then."

"Don't do that," I begged. "She'll kill them."

"That's all up to you now. Slow things down."

She took my hand. Guided it up under her pajama top to her 
breast. 

"What do you feel?" she asked.

"Your boobie," I said before I giggled.

It was so warm and soft. I squeezed it lightly, tracing the 
graceful contours with my fingertips.

"They're my breasts, Rick-your mother's breasts. Feel them. 
Enjoy them. They're my gift to you tonight."

My hand glided from breast to breast exploring these 
wondrous new treasures. I had dreamed of them throughout my 
life. I couldn't believe I was actually touching them. I 
felt a rigid nipple press against my palm. I teased it 
between my fingers. Her eyes widened. I'd never seen her 
look like that before. Her glare was so intense it kind of 
scared me. But it made me feel good too, I couldn't explain 
it. 

"How are you feeling now? How does touching my breasts make 
you feel?"

"I can't tell you exactly but I've never been so happy, I 
love touching them. I never want to stop."

She smiled and turned my body slightly to the side. Her 
hand caressed my hard shaft. I watched her touch me ever so 
gently.

"You see that? If you were really homosexual that wouldn't 
happen. You have a beautiful hard erection and it's all 
because you're touching a woman's breast. Stop worrying, 
Rick, you're just fine."

She gave the tip of my cock a gentle squeeze between her 
thumb and forefinger. The sensation shot up through my body 
like a bolt of lightning. I came. My orgasm felt more like 
a convulsion. I twisted and contorted in front of her as 
she giggled.

"Oh dear, you are excited aren't you?" 

I came on her fingers and she rubbed the clear fluid over 
my cock and balls. It was the same gentle, loving touch 
again. Her caress so excited me that my cock refused to 
soften. It was ready to cum again, had she been willing to 
assist.

"There now, your little soldier won't to go to sleep. But 
I'm going to." she kissed me on the forehead. "Go wash up 
and get back to bed. You have nothing to worry about. You 
should sleep very well now."

I reluctantly withdrew my hand from her top and I went to 
the washroom. When I came back out, she had gone to bed. I 
climbed the stairs-my friends were sleeping. Slipping into 
bed, I was out like a light.

In the morning there was still time to swim after 
breakfast. Time enough to play at the pond before leaving. 
We frolicked in the cool water and lay the sun. We lay 
naked on the grass and played with each other's cocks 
openly. 

I turned, looked at Robby. "Can you tell me something?" I 
asked, as my hand ran up and down his stiff cock.

"Sure, what?"

"Is there some kind of stuff we can do with our mouths? I 
heard older guys talking about it at school once."

"Oh no, you don't want to do that stuff. Queers suck on 
other queers' cocks. That's where the word 'cocksuckers' 
comes from. One guy told me they even stick their cocks in 
each others asses. YUCK!"

"Man I'd never do that. You're a homo for sure if you do 
shitty stuff like that," Gerry said.

Maybe that was what my mom meant, I thought to myself. I 
guessed it was another test to see if we were all fags. I 
was never going to try that stuff for sure. Later, we drove 
back to town. We dropped Robby and Gerry off at their home. 

Try as we would, there weren't a lot of opportunities for 
sex over the next few months. Handjobs, good ones-they take 
time. Quickies aren't very quick. Even on sleepovers we 
were next to my sister's room, separated only by an 
expandable room partition. At the boys' house, we slept in 
Robby's room that was just a landing. Unlike the one at the 
cottage, we were exposed to all the coming and going from 
the other rooms. We were perpetually horny but we managed 
whenever we could.

I showed Robby my secret place one afternoon. We walked 
around the clearing and I showed him the manhole. We 
climbed in and undressed without speaking. We sat on either 
side of the large wheel, gently massaging each other's 
cock. There was no little boy anxiousness now. No roughness 
or impatience-only pleasure. 
Soon it became too hot in the enclosed space. I suggested 
we go up top. Robby was worried. He didn't want to be 
caught. A few more tugs on his cock changed his mind. 

We climbed out and right away Robby smiled. We walked 
around the clearing naked. He lay down on a large stone 
slab and I joined him, lying at his side. The stone was 
warm, almost comfortable. We lay head to toe and resumed 
stroking each other. Robby spit on my cock to lubricate it. 
I did the same to him. I was excited, breathing heavily. I 
needed to spit again but my mouth was dry. I was incredibly 
aroused. I licked his cock to wet it. Robby jerked back in 
ecstasy.

"Fuck, that felt so good, do it again," he begged.

I licked his cock all over, concentrating more on the head. 
Robby was going wild. He began to pull violently at my 
cock. Blood rushed up the back of my neck, fizzed over the 
top of my head. My hands shook. I licked Robby's cock 
passionately, I knew better than to suck on him. I glided 
up and down with his shaft between my lips. My tongue 
swirled, polishing his skin. His back arched, he lost all 
interest in my cock. I loved what I was doing to him. It 
felt so right. I needed to do more. Drive him crazy. Give 
him feelings he'd never known before. Besides, he sure 
wasn't trying to stop me.

Each time I reached the tip of his cock, my tongue slipped 
into overdrive. I'd polish his sensitive head and suck hard 
on it. With each pass I stayed little longer, sucking more. 
I took more and more of him in my mouth. I could feel him 
getting really close. On the last run up his cock I took it 
all into my mouth. I pumped and sucked his cock frantically 
as he came. He screamed out loud, holding my face between 
his legs. Fucking my mouth uncontrollably. 

My mouth filled with his cum. I was shocked. It was thick, 
slimy and salty. There was another taste too but I couldn't 
identify it. I pulled away, spitting it out on the stone. I 
took hold of his cock again and caressed it. Slid my hand 
down to his balls. Fondled them as I took his cock in my 
mouth once more. Robby groaned, got hard once more. He just 
lay there dumbfounded, out of breath.

I sucked his cock again. Made my mouth a makeshift pussy 
for him. I was swept away by the sensation. So primal. 
Nasty. Wonderful. Exciting. I would have kept at him all 
day if he'd let me. Instead, he rolled over. Turned his 
back to me.

"You have to stop. You know I can't do the same thing to 
you, don't you?" he finally uttered.

"Yah, I don't know why but I had to do it, Robby. I'm not 
sorry though. Didn't you like it?" 

"Yeah, sure I did but it was wrong, really wrong."

"Well, I'm not so sure. I might do it again but only if you 
really want me to."

"No, I won't ask you to," he said. "That felt really good 
but I'm afraid of becoming a queer-aren't you?"

"I don't know any more. I did it and I don't feel like a 
queer. I mean, I still want to see girls naked and do stuff 
with them. Queers don't want that. Do they?"

"I don't know... I'm not a queer."

We went back to the manhole in silence. Got our clothes 
back on. We each went home and I never saw Robby alone 
after that. When I saw him at school, he ignored me. 
Several failed attempts to talk made me realize we were 
done. His new friends were hostile to me-called me fag and 
homo. I shrugged it off or fought back when the odds were 
better. Gerry also avoided me too but we still talked on 
occasion. He just wanted to be sure I kept our little 
secret.

The next months were lonely and painful. I avoided my 
secret place now. Afraid Robby would go there with his 
friends. He was intimidating me now. Threats to me or about 
my sister were common place. There would be a price if I 
didn't keep my mouth shut. 

I spoke to no one. I spent most of my time in the tiny back 
yard of our building on a swing. I would swing and think. 
Sometimes I'd read comics or a book. Other times I played 
with some guys on my street. There were only a few and we 
never became close.




My Education

One day, mom sent me over to help our neighbor Mrs. P. She 
lived on the ground floor of her own three-floor building. 
She rented the other apartments above her and the small 
space behind was her private garden. I watched her work in 
it often. 

Mom said I could help her out with heavy work in the garden 
and chores around the house. There would be compensation 
for my effort and that was all I needed to hear. Extra 
money was always welcome. My allowance never got me far 
over the week. 

I arrived at Mrs. P's door and rang the bell. When she 
answered, my cock twitched as she stood smiling in the 
doorway. She was magnificent. There were these great big 
tits and oodles of enticing curves. You had to force 
yourself to keep looking into her eyes. If you looked 
anywhere else, you couldn't stop. 

"Hello there, you must be Rick," she said with a thick 
Hungarian accent, "please come in."

I entered, checking her out as subtly as possible. Her legs 
and hips were full and shapely, as was her ass. Her tits 
were huge. I loved how they bounced and swayed 
majestically. 

I often watched her when she worked in her garden. Frequent 
glimpses of her deep cleavage were always a special treat 
for me. I would sit on my swing and watch her bend over and 
wrestle with plants and rocks. The breathtaking views down 
her top-her billowy white flesh always jiggling, beckoning. 
She fired up my young hormones to a white-hot blaze.

She looked me up and down. I had grown a full foot and a 
half since I was ten. At thirteen, I now stood eye to eye 
with this handsome woman. She was a widow in her mid 
forties-with jet-black hair. Her hazel eyes were like cat's 
eye marbles. They would change color, depending on the 
light. She was no beauty queen but for me, she was more 
than any male could want.

"My but you're tall for your age," she said. "I think your 
mother may have told you that I have some chores I need 
done. There's some heavy work in my garden and lighter 
chores around the house. I need a strong young man to help 
me with them. I'm afraid I'm not as strong as I once was."

"Wow, you look in great shape to me," I responded quickly. 

Her look became stern. "Is that so," she said.

"Uh... I'm so sorry. Have I said something wrong? Sometimes I 
speak before thinking. I meant nothing special by that 
remark. You seem very well to me," I said. 

Her look changed quickly to a smile. "No, I'm the one who 
should be sorry. I'm so used to men making remarks about 
these." She grabbed her tits from underneath, lifting them-
then letting them drop. I was surprised by the familiarity 
of the gesture. "They think it's so clever to tell me how 
healthy I look."

"I-I saw... uh, noticed them. I mean..."

"Don't continue I'm sorry for misjudging you."

I tried to change the subject. "Thank you. So where would 
you like me to start?" 

"Isn't that refreshing. Don't you care what I'm willing to 
pay?"

"You're Mom's friend. I'm here to help. Whatever you feel 
is fair will be fine with me."

"Such an honorable young man, and so handsome too. I wish I 
were twenty years younger, you know. I'd still be too old 
for you but I'd feel less guilty about teaching you a few 
things. Oh dear, listen to me, so naughty-forgive me."

"Nothing to forgive, I think you look amazing. I wish I 
were just a little older too."  

She gave me a serious look for a second.

"I'm so sorry Mrs P. Have I offended you again? I..."

She burst out laughing. It was a good laugh-sincere. It 
came from deep in her gut.

"Offended? That's the sweetest complement I've had in 
years. Thank you so much and please, call me Magda."

She showed me my chores and I got right to them. Around 
noon, she called me into the house for lunch.

"I made us some sandwiches and iced tea, you must be hungry 
working so hard in the sun."

I thanked her and we sat at a small glass table overlooking 
her garden. She had changed into different shorts and a 
tee-shirt, all much tighter. Her clothes were dusty and 
lightly paint-stained. I could see a faint outline of her 
areolas through her top and my cock twitched once more.

"Please excuse my appearance, I had to change to finish 
some painting. I didn't even bother to put on a bra-
sometimes I can be so bad. I hope I'm not showing too 
much?" She stuck out her chest. 

Her rigid nipples and areolas pushed against the material-
their size, shape and color were clear as a bell. My eyes 
popped wide open-no chance of holding back.  

"Oh dear-too much? What must you think of me?"

"N... no," I snapped out of it. "They're wonderful... I mean, 
they're just fi... Oh geez... Please, no, don't change on my 
account."

Her full lips formed into a sly smile.

"Such excitement over so little. I'm quite flattered. Very 
well then-I know you're seeing more than you should but I'm 
fine with that. It's lovely to still excite a young man at 
my age. Let that be a lesson to you, Rick. Never be ashamed 
of your body."

"Funny, my mom always says that too."

"Listen to her, she's one of the smartest people I know. 
You're lucky to have her in your life."

"I know. Believe me, I do." 

As we ate and talked about her late husband. She told me 
how he'd been ill for many years. He had died only two 
years earlier and now she lived alone. His insurance, plus 
the rent from her building were her chief sources of 
income. She also worked part time at a beauty salon to make 
ends meet. 

As is typical of Europeans, she gestured wildly as she 
spoke. With every movement, her large breasts swayed and 
jiggled under her tee-shirt-they mesmerized me. Whenever 
she got up, her full ass strained against the thin fabric 
of her shorts. As I sat there, my cock almost buckled, 
straining to be freed from my shorts. 

"You know, I've watched you from this window now and then," 
she said.  "You sit in your swing alone and sometimes you 
read. I like that in a man, comfortable in his own company. 
I've often wondered, who or what hurt you-put you in such a 
lonely state?"

"No one," I said, "I just like being alone."

"Somehow I doubt that. Not from what I've seen today. We'll 
leave it for another day-when you trust me more. I like 
you, Rick, you're a fine young man. We'll be good friends, 
you and I-close friends. You're mother's very proud of you 
and she has every reason to be."

"Thank you but I think I should be getting back to work 
now."

"Very well," Magda nodded. She watched me leave. I walked 
back to the garden and she sat at the table observing me. 
She looked on for some time and then she was gone.

I finished around three and went in to say goodbye. She had 
changed into a short robe. A towel was wrapped around her 
hair.

"Thank you so much, Rick. Do you want to be paid right away 
or by the week?"

"Week?"

"Well, yes. I have at least two weeks of work for you and 
after that a few odd jobs. I'll pay you for those, one at a 
time obviously."

"I'm fine with weekly," I said, "whatever suits you."

"Perfect, I'll see you tomorrow then, around ten? I like to 
sleep in."

"See you then." I left for home.

When I arrived, Mom asked me how it had gone. I told her 
all about my day and how nice Magda was to me. Mom said 
that Magda was a wonderful woman and very lonely since her 
husband died. She asked me to be extra nice to her, even if 
she got a little too close.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Rick, she's lonely. She hasn't been around a man in a 
while. She may get a little frisky with you and even flirt 
a bit. Just play along when you can. Try not to hurt her 
feelings."

I was beginning to understand Magda's behavior at lunch. 
What confused me was how mom sounded like she wanted me to 
play along. I went upstairs to take a shower. When I 
emerged, clean and smelling good again, I returned to my 
room. I sat at my desk in the nude. Mom came in to continue 
our conversation. I stood, turning to face her. I leaned 
back against my desk sticking my cock out toward her.

She laughed. "You always do that."

"What?"

"Stand and face me when you're naked."

"I guess I do. I kind of like it. Does it bother you? I 
always thought you kind of liked it too."

"I do, you little bugger, much more than I should. To me, 
it's a bond of trust between us-a sexy one too. I love how 
we can do something like this so comfortably."

"That's easy for you to say, I've never once seen you 
completely naked."

"I never knew you saw anything at all?" She looked 
surprised.

I have my ways and I've kept at it," I said. "I saw your 
boobs once when you were putting on your bathing suit. It 
was through the side of your bedroom door just for a 
second. They're as beautiful as I always imagined. Why 
won't you let me see you?"

"Rick, you're what's called an exhibitionist. You like it 
when people see you naked, especially people close to you 
like me. I'll bet you do it with your sister too." I didn't 
respond.

"I don't like showing off like you," she continued. "I'm 
not ashamed of my body but I don't show it off. Your dad 
loves to see me naked and I love the way my body excites 
him. I know it would excite you too but I don't want that. 
You'll just have to live with the mystery of how I look 
naked."

"Now, that wasn't why I came in to talk to you," she went 
on. "I think I gave you the wrong impression earlier. I 
don't actually want you to flirt with Magda or act on her 
advances. I don't want you to flirt back at all-keep a 
comfortable distance. You're both very vulnerable right 
now."

"Okay Mom, got ya. No fooling around with the neighbor."

"Oh you little..." She faked a backhand slap at me.

I pretended to cower in fear and we both began to laugh. 
She walked up to me and gave me a hug. Her body felt 
wonderful against my skin, even clothed. My cock made its 
presence known. She eased me away from her and looked down 
at it.

"That little man never sleeps, does he? Just look at him," 
she chuckled. 

She turned and left the room shaking her head but smiling.

For the next week and a half I worked every day at Magda's. 
Heck, it was better than a job at some super market. Every 
day we had lunch together and every day she found new ways 
to get sexy with me. She wore very loose clothes and bent 
over a lot. The flashes down her top became more complete 
and lasted longer. I often saw up her skirt or her shorts. 
She always wore skimpy or loose underwear. I really enjoyed 
the shows. 

Once she wore a really short skirt out in the garden. She 
said it was too warm that day for anything else. Her 
panties were especially skimpy and loose. They shifted 
around often as she moved and I saw her pussy for the first 
time. Not all of it at once but enough to be very exciting. 
I saw her magnificent ass as the panties bunched up into 
her crack. I wished I could reach over and caress her 
beautiful full round cheeks. 

She kept giving me more and more opportunities to see her, 
each more blatant. She stood facing me once and put one 
foot on a high stool to do up her shoelace. I could see up 
the middle and her panties were shifted to one side. I 
stared openly at her pussy and when she noticed, she 
straightened her back and smirked. She briefly lifted the 
hem of her skirt for a better look. 

I constantly had a hard-on around her. At first I tried to 
hide it but then I realized something. Magda stepped up her 
shows even more when she saw I was aroused. From then on I 
made a point of showing off the bulges in my shorts. I 
stopped wearing underwear and wore my baggiest shorts. 
Whenever possible when I sat facing her, I'd make sure she 
could see my cock up my leg. 

Our lunchtime conversations became more and more personal 
and suggestive. As she predicted, we became increasingly 
close and candid about our lives and our feelings. We were 
becoming friends. Things came to a peak one day when Magda 
stopped dancing around. She asked me point blank about my 
sex life. We were sitting at lunch when she fired the first 
volley. 

"Rick, have you had sex with a girl yet? She asked.

I was surprised but I trusted her now. We were pretty 
close.

"No, I haven't," I answered her.

"How about with a boy then?"

I was speechless. I cleared my throat. "That's not the kind 
of question you just ask a person."

"Forgive me, Rick. I'm European. In Europe cultures are 
much older. We're far more liberal and understanding about 
such things. So I guess it's yes then?"

"OH MY GOD! This is very embarrassing. All right, if you 
really must know, yes. I've had sex with not one but two 
boys-and at the same time too. Let's get it all out."

"Lovely," she smiled widely. "I'm honored you shared that 
with me. Let me repay you in kind with a similar admission. 
I've had sex with many women in my life. I loved each and 
every time and I can't wait to do it again. You know, Rick, 
so few men get to experience what you have. Are you still 
looking to have sex with a girl?"

"Oh god yah. I worry sometimes, that if I don't, I'll 
become a homo."

She burst out laughing. "Oh you beautiful, beautiful boy, I 
can't ever imagine that happening. Let's put it all on the 
table. I love the little peeping games we play with each 
other. Every time you look down my top or up my skirt, you 
get a beautiful erection. That doesn't usually happen with 
homosexuals, believe me. I have a few close friends who are 
homosexual. I even tried to convert one once, too my ever 
lasting embarrassment."

"Really? Even you couldn't tempt him?"

She stared at me wide-eyed and chuckled in an odd way-
almost as if she were clearing her throat. "Oh Rick. I 
believe that's the nicest complement I've ever received. 
No, not even me," she chuckled once more.

"So you think I'm that desirable, do you?"

"Are you kidding? Of course you are. You're like a dream 
woman. I wish I could tell you how you make me feel. How 
just looking at you drives me crazy and keeps me awake at 
night." 

"I think you just did," her eyes got a little misty.

I got up from my chair. My cock tented my shorts. "I'd 
better get back to the garden before I get myself in 
trouble."

"Yes, I agree. Before you go though, answer this one 
question for me. But you don't have to if it's too 
embarrassing. Do you think about me sometimes when you 
masturbate?

I paused. Looked down at the table. My cock was throbbing 
in my shorts and there was a small wet spot beside the 
zipper. I wasn't embarrassed at all at that moment. We were 
long past that now. 

"Not sometimes, always. You're the only thing on my mind 
when I jerk off now and I've never jerked off so much in my 
life."

Her glare deepened. "Thank you for sharing that with me. 
And now, I'll be just as candid. I masturbate all the time 
too. That's what I'll be doing in my bed while you're out 
there working this afternoon. Go now, get back to work." 

I looked down at the painful bulge in my pants. My hardon 
strained against my shorts, the wet spot bigger now. I 
smiled sheepishly, went outside to work. 

I labored like a maniac after that. I tried everything to 
drive the horniness away-back to where it wouldn't drive me  
crazy. At the end of the day I was spent-covered head to 
toe in dirt. I walked back into Magda's to say goodbye. 

"Just a minute young man," she bellowed. "I'm not sending 
you back home in that condition. Get into the shower. I 
want you to clean off all that dirt before you go. If I let 
you leave like that, your mom will never speak to me 
again."

I tried to argue but she wouldn't have any of it. I marched 
to her washroom. She ordered me to give her my clothes. I 
paused again. 

"Come on now," she tilted her head in disbelief. "You do 
this all the time at home. You're mother told me. I know 
you want me to see you, hurry up? I want to see you just as 
much."

I smirked and stripped for her. I took everything off and 
stood as she walked around me, looking me over. My cock was 
like iron, almost oozing precum now.

"Hm, very nice and not shy at all. But then, why should you 
be? You have a wonderful sexy young body, Rick-lean and 
strong." 

She took a long hard look at my hard cock. She ran a 
fingertip up along the underside and tapped on the tip. 
There was a bead of precum and it wet her finger. She 
popped it in her mouth and smirked. 

"Oh yes, nothing to be ashamed of at all, very nice indeed. 
Get into the shower and clean yourself up."

When I was done I slid back the shower curtain. She was 
sitting on the toilet seat staring at me. I smiled-held my 
arms out and turned around for her. She beamed, leaned 
forward and handed me a towel. Her top drooped open. Her 
eyes met mine and she held her position. 

"You like these, don't you?"

"Like wouldn't be the word. I love them. They're gorgeous. 
I dream about them."

"Well then, sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander," 
she laughed. She pulled the top up. Her heavy full breasts 
plopped out, bouncing and swaying. Lifting the garment over 
her head, she tossed it to the floor. "How do you like the 
view now?"

"They're fantastic. You're fantastic," I stammered. "I 
never dreamed I'd see your beautiful tits like this. Thank 
you Magda, they're wonderful."

"Oh we're not done yet, my boy. You'll do much more than 
just look at them today. Come here, I have a special treat 
for you."

I climbed from the tub, toddled over to her. She took my 
hands and placed them on her tits. "Here, enjoy these a 
while. They want you to, believe me."

I was captivated by her luscious large melons-her areolas 
had to be three inches across and dark pink. Her nipples 
stood proudly in the middle and I pinched them both as her 
eyed flashed with fire. She grabbed my hips, pulled me 
toward her. A sultry sexy smile formed on her lips. Her 
head lowered and she licked the tip of my cock. My back 
arched, pushing my cock into her mouth. She chuckled at my 
reaction and sucked on me as her eyes looked upward. 

She pumped my cock a few times, then buried her face down 
between my legs. I opened wider. Gave her more access. Her 
tongue licked all over my ball sack. It tickled. It was 
hot. My knees weakened. She sucked a testicle into her 
mouth. I had to hold on to her shoulder. The sensation was 
more than I could take standing up. Her tongue bathed the 
full length of my cock. She began sucking and pumping on it 
again.

My shaft disappeared completely into her hungry mouth and 
down her throat. It was slow at first, but the speed 
increased with every pump at my cock. Her tongue performed 
magic tricks-conjuring sensations that thrilled me. My 
knees became limp-rubbery-almost buckling. She let out a 
growl-stood-pulled me by the cock into her room.

She pushed me onto her bed. Seconds later my cock was 
sliding in and out of her mouth again. I was speechless. I 
had never felt such powerful things before. She was a 
sexual tidal wave and I was washed away. Adrift. Helpless. 
Floating. 

I felt the familiar tingling in my balls. Tried and tried 
but I couldn't delay it. I came so hard I screamed. Not the 
little boy scream like with Gerry and Robby. This was a 
primal scream-a scream born of equal parts, joy and pain. I 
felt my nerves electrify from the tip of my cock to the 
tips of my toes.

"Oh this is wonderful," she whispered softly. She stroked 
my soft cock as it stiffened once more. "I can't remember 
the last time a lover came back so quickly."

I turned my head to fix my glassy eyes on hers. "Lover? 
Really?"

"Oh yes my young beautiful lover. That's what we are now."

She pulled my face to hers for a long, wet, languid kiss. 
My body had experienced thrills I couldn't have imagined. 
She stayed beside me running her hands all over me until I 
regained my senses.

"I've never felt anything so fantastic," I said to her.

"Not even with your boyfriends? Guys can give pretty 
serious blowjobs-I've seen it."

"We never did that. Only queers do that. If I did it I'd 
become a queer."

"Does that make me a queer then?" she laughed softly. What 
silly things you've been told. In my experience, men who 
have the biggest problems with homosexuals are usually the 
most afraid of becoming one themselves."

"Really? I laughed. "No kidding. That explains a lot."

She slid up beside me and we hugged and kissed. First with 
small pecks that grew quickly-grew into long, tongue 
twisting wet sessions. My cock was throbbing. I had no idea 
kissing could be so sensual and stimulating.

"Can we please have sex now?" I asked politely.

"And what do you think we've been doing?"

"No, I mean I want to be inside you. Please." 

"No, we won't do that, Rick, at least not yet. But I've 
decided on something though. I've decided to teach you."

"Teach me about sex?"

"No, much more than that. I'm going to teach you things 
that will make young girls and grown women fall in love 
with you. Are you up for that?"

"Whatever you want, Magda, I'm yours."

"Oo, I do like the sound of that. Lets take care of Mr. 
happy for today. We'll start on the rest tomorrow."

She gave me another mind-blowing blowjob. In no time she 
had my toes curling. I showered again before leaving. 

That night Magda was all I could think about. I woke 
several times, masturbating each time before falling back 
to sleep. The next morning as I walked over, I prayed she 
hadn't had a change of heart. That she would no longer be 
interested in teaching a young boy the ways of sex and love 
making.

I was alarmed as she nervously hid behind the door to greet 
me. I entered, the door shut behind me. She stepped 
forward. She was wearing a floor length sheer nightgown-it 
was almost transparent. I could see her magnificent form 
underneath-everything so inviting and beautiful. My eyes 
popped and she was delighted.

"Still like what you see?" she asked.

"Yes, more and more. You're like a statue of a beautiful 
goddess-covered up with a thin veil."

She pulled at the waist of the garment-raising the hem up 
past her shapely legs-past her comely hips and mons. Up it 
continued, past her luscious full breasts with her 
impossibly erect nipples. Finally, it was off and it lay on 
the floor.

"And now, tell me what you see now?"

"I see a goddess, not a statue. I've got to learn more 
words, the ones I have aren't good enough now. Not any 
more. I can't describe you and how you make me feel. It's 
too much. To strong."

"You're doing very well with the words you have."

I looked down at the small triangular patch covering her 
mound. My head tilted to see more.

"Come closer. Have a really close look. You'll be spending 
a lot of time down there soon."

I smiled-knelt before her-placed my hands on her shapely 
thighs. She parted them for me. I leaned in-saw what I'd 
been dying to see-a real woman's pussy.

I was inexperienced. I didn't realize how aroused she was. 
Her plump pussy lips were fully engorged-glistening from 
her wetness. Her scent wafted out to me, luring me closer. 
An inch away, her aroma was intoxicating-a mixture of 
woman, a touch of sweat and perfume. I never wanted to 
leave this place. I knew right then that I had to have that 
pussy.

"Kiss it," she spoke hoarsely. "Kiss my pussy. Show it you 
care."

I leaned in further-placed a kiss between the lips. She 
groaned. I retreated, licked the wetness from my lips. I'll 
never forget that first taste. Sweet, a bit salty and her 
scent, her beautiful exciting scent. Those sensations are 
ingrained in my being now. Magda will forever be linked to 
my sexual self.

She ran her fingers through my hair-grabbed it. Turned my 
attention upward, to her face. Her glorious boobs looked 
like a mountain range from down there. 

"No more for now," her voice croaked. "Get outside and get 
some work done. This will all be waiting for you later."

I nodded and rose to my feet. I couldn't help myself and I 
kissed her as passionately as I knew how. 

She moaned, pushed me back. "No! Later!"

I went out to the garden-threw myself into the work. I 
shoveled dirt like a madman. Hours later she called me in 
for lunch. When I walked in she was still naked. She told 
me to wash up and remove my clothes before coming back. I 
did as I was told, who wouldn't. When I returned to the 
table she was waiting. The table was set with sandwiches 
and drinks and we began to eat.

My throat felt thick, I could barely swallow.

"Something wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing. It's just that I'm so excited right now. I think 
I could cum just sitting here looking at you."

"Now that would be nice, go ahead," she said. "I mean it. 
It will relieve your stress and you'll enjoy our little 
naked lunch even more. You'll also last much longer later 
on." 

"Last? How?"

"You're young and very virile, Rick. You're going to cum 
many more times this afternoon-trust me. Each time will be 
a reward for a lesson well learned. So, go ahead, I'm 
waiting. I'd love to watch you cum."

I took hold of my cock and stared into her eyes. Her look 
was so intense and thrilling. It felt like she could see 
deep inside me. My eyes wandered down to her magnificent 
large breasts and I erupted. I spasmed so hard, my upper 
body jerked forward. I caught the first spurts on my chest. 
Magda chuckled as she watched.

I leaned back in my chair to clear my head. It was an 
incredibly strong orgasm. I grabbed my napkin and looked at 
Magda.

"Okay if I use this?"

"No, it certainly isn't," she responded. She slipped out of 
her chair and came over on her knees.

She licked the cum off my chest and then from my hand. I 
was surprised, it never dawned on me that people would eat 
cum and enjoy it.

"Mm, your cum is lovely," she said. "I love all cum. Most 
women lie about that. They say it just to make their men 
feel good. In my case, I really do love it. There's 
something primitive and primal about eating cum. It's life 
giving stuff and very powerful. Am I sounding a little 
crazy?"

"I didn't understand all that," I admitted, "But you sure 
made me want to taste your cum. Do women cum like men?"

She erupted with laughter. "No you beautiful boy, we don't. 
A woman's orgasm is so much more complicated than a man's, 
I doubt you could comprehend it yet but you will. When I'm 
through with you, you certainly will."

"I can't wait. Gosh Magda, why are you doing all this for 
me?"

"Let me see if I can explain-but first, you'll have to 
promise me something and I'm serious. What I tell you now 
must stay between us forever. You can never tell anyone, 
especially your mother."

"Wow, how can teaching me about sex be so important?"

"Do I have your solemn word?

"Yah, for sure."

"I've told you already that I used to watch you from this 
table. I could almost feel your anguish as you sat there 
some days. It made me wonder, what on earth could make such 
a handsome young man so sad and reclusive. I had lunch with 
your mother one day and the conversation got around to you. 
I asked her point blank what was bothering you. At first 
she wouldn't speak of it but with a little prodding, it all 
came out. It was like a burden she needed to share."

"So she told you all about me? Everything? You knew it all 
and more before I ever came over?"

"Yes Rick, I did. Please don't be angry. It was why we 
planned all of this to begin with."

"Planned? What plan? What do you mean?"

"Your mother felt that if you didn't get some 
encouragement, sexually, that you might give it up 
altogether. You don't realize how important these next few 
years are for you. They could set the base for who you are 
sexually. Fixing a problem later could take a lifetime."

"I really don't understand all that. So this was all a 
setup? You're just doing all of this as a favor for my 
mom?"

"Are you crazy?" Magda said. "Sure, I like you're mother 
but not enough to do all this. No, I want to make that boy 
in the swing smile and laugh again. You are far more than 
just a favor for me. I'm deeply fond of you, Rick. Besides, 
I'll benefit by having lots of wonderful sex with a virile 
young man. Not a bad deal for both of us, I think."

"But you hardly know me."

"I know you better than you think-please trust me? Be my 
lover, Rick. I promise you'll never regret it."

I thought about it for a second, it sounded like something 
my mom would do. I looked up at Magda and there was that 
deep knowing stare again. I melted.

"What kind of idiot would turn down a gorgeous woman like 
you? I said. "I was only a little shocked at all the 
planning. Magda, being with you is the chance of a lifetime 
for me. Of course I'll never regret it, that would be 
impossible."

"Oh dear, well that was lesson number one and you just 
earned your next orgasm. Let's forget lunch and go to my 
room."

She took my hand and we walked down the hall. She lay me 
down on her bed and positioned herself between my feet. She 
picked up one foot and licked it.

"Magda, let me go wash, I'm not clean enough there."

"Lesson number two. In lovemaking, there's no time to wait 
for perfect conditions, you act when the mood is right."

She licked my foot again and sucked on my toes, one at a 
time. I couldn't believe what she was doing-I would have 
never thought to do something like that. It felt pretty 
weird but very good at the same time. She finished one foot 
and did the other. Next, she began her ascent up my legs-
kissing, licking and nibbling every inch of the way. When 
she reached my knees, she kissed all around them and licked 
in behind each one thoroughly. I couldn't believe how good 
that felt as sparks of ecstasy coursed through my body. 

My cock was so hard-I felt it would burst as she continued 
her climb up my thighs. She focused on my inner thighs, 
kissing and licking them as her mouth approached the 
inevitable target. The suspense was killing me and I 
wriggled on the sheets. Finally she was at my balls and she 
placed her hands under my knees. She lifted my legs over 
until my knees nearly touched my chest. My ass parted and 
she spit in the crack.

"Hold your legs there," she murmured.

I locked my arms around my knees and her face plunged into 
my ass. She licked me up and down my crack. Next, she spit 
on my cock and her hand found its way around my leg. She 
worked the head of my cock in a way that was new to me. How 
could that be? How did she know so much about cocks? She 
resumed licking my ass and prying at my hole with her 
tongue. I couldn't stand another second and I started to 
cum again. She lunged forward and took the tip of my cock 
in her mouth. She washed it with her tongue and sucked as 
she swallowed my cum once more.

When I was done she crawled up beside me and we kissed. I 
could taste myself in her mouth. Part of me wanted to push 
her away but I didn't dare. She'd swallowed all my cum and 
she liked it. Who was I to push her away? Our tongues did 
battle and I quickly became used to the taste. The thought 
of having my own cum in my mouth bothered me less and less. 
Her face also smelled of where it had been and I remembered 
her words; 'you act when the mood is right'. Again I made 
no fuss. I did make a mental note to step up my personal 
hygiene, however.

"My god, you're a quick study. Tell me, Rick, what did you 
just learn?"

"I guess that even the strangest things can feel good, when 
they're done well-with passion. Toes, legs and especially 
knees are all sensitive. There are probably way more 
sensitive parts that I don't know about yet."

"That's right, those are erogenous zones and as you 
thought, there's a lot of them. Do you think women have 
them too?"

"If it's like you said about women's orgasms, yes, women 
would have them too, probably even more."

"I knew I was right about you. What else did you learn?"

"I suppose, like what you said before, some things may seem 
yucky but you have to give everything a chance. Act when 
the mood's right."

"You're shooting way past my expectations, you're almost a 
prodigy," she laughed.

"Keep those few new thoughts in your mind always," she 
continued. You'll be a better lover than most with just 
that information. I think for lesson three we can skip 
forward a few steps. Would you like to try eating my 
pussy?"

"Oh god yah, more than anything. When I kissed you there 
earlier, something happened to me. I felt incredible and I 
just wanted to stay there. Besides, I really want you to 
have an orgasm now. I'd love to see that." 

"Then we're both going to get what we want," Magda said.

She positioned herself at the head of the bed and propped 
herself up with pillows. She slid forward enough to give me 
full access between her legs. Then she parted them widely.

She pointed out every detail of a woman's sexual anatomy. I 
was enthralled by it all. She told me to try something-just 
dive right in and sample everything. I was to use all of my 
senses. She wanted me to be aware of her reactions and 
learn to sense her needs. 

I failed, of course. I was so enthusiastic that I just 
licked, smelled, touched and kissed everything like a 
maniac. I almost turned her off.

She changed her approach. She taught me all the basics 
about eating pussy and then had me try again. This time I 
was to go easy and feel my way around. Try to sense if I 
was succeeding or not. I licked and sucked at her thick 
pussy lips as she writhed under me. Everything I did was 
appreciated this time and I sensed I was on my way. I loved 
eating pussy-more than anything. Feeling how she responded 
to me-her sexy reactions. The way she obviously loved what 
I was doing. It made me feel very grown up and even, a 
little powerful. Like I felt with Gerry and Robby.

I pushed her through three lovely orgasms. Over the next 
few days I didn't work in her garden at all. We spent all 
day in bed. We talked about sex and then did everything we 
had talked about, usually more. 

The love I have today for oral sex came entirely from her. 
She was constantly amazed at how long I could stay down 
there and enjoy her. The most important thing she taught me 
was how to keep changing things up. When you're down for a 
long time, women's pussies can get overly sensitive or 
worse, numb from overdoing it.

In her lessons, she taught me proper respect for the clit-
when and when not to approach it. G-spot massages, plus, 
her personal favorite, how to eat an ass properly. I also 
learned when and how to penetrate her ass with my finger or 
fingers, to obtain the best result. Not all women like it 
but most do, when it's done properly. Magda was delighted 
with my abilities.

As well as teaching me about sex, Magda helped me 
appreciate my bisexuality. She believed that, until people 
had sampled both sexes, they were incomplete as lovers. I 
didn't buy her whole philosophy but I did know I wanted to 
suck cock again. I had never gotten over doing it to Robby. 
The knowledge of that still made me uneasy, though. I 
always feared I could drift over to the other side, still 
become a homo. 

As she taught me new things she often would apply them to 
both sexes. If she was showing me where to touch her a 
special way, she would relate it to me and my body as well. 
I learned many new ways to pleasure myself and other guys 
as well. We even discussed blowjobs often and what I should 
do the next time I would try with a guy.

One morning, when I arrived at Magda's, there was a guy 
there talking with her. She introduced us and she told me 
to wait in another room. I sat on the bed and soon her 
friend came in and sat in a chair.

"So, Rick, Magda tells me you're afraid of becoming gay," 
he said.

That was the first time I heard that term. I wasn't sure 
what he meant by it. It must have shown on my face because 
he rephrased his question.

"Are you afraid of becoming a queer?" He asked again. "We 
prefer to call ourselves gay. Queer has such a negative 
connotation."

I was thunderstruck. I was in the presence of an actual 
queer. 

"Yah, I am. Are you here to tell me if I am?"

He laughed out loud. "No. No, I'm afraid I can't do that, 
only you can. But I can tell you that gays aren't 
interested in women, other than as friends. If you love 
having sex with women, you're probably not gay. On the 
other hand-if you also enjoy a nice juicy cock once in a 
while, odds are pretty good, you're bi. How does that 
sound?"

"I don't know. Is that good?"

He chuckled again. "Once more, Rick, not my place to say. 
This is all about you and how you feel. I'm gay and I'm 
fine with that. Unlike what some people think, I never had 
a choice in the matter. To some extent though, Rick, you do 
have a choice. You can choose one or the other full-time. I 
doubt you'd be happy doing that. Now that you've tasted 
both sides."

"Is Magda expecting us to have sex?" I asked.

"No, I don't think so. Why, do you want to?"

"I'm not sure. I only sucked one guy's cock but I really 
loved it. I know I want to do it again. I keep thinking 
about it. I can't help wondering if I did it again, maybe 
I'd know for sure if I'm gay."

"Rick, I don't let just any guy suck my cock-just because 
he wants to. Things for gays aren't much different than 
between boys and girls or girls and girls for that matter. 
People don't just jump into sex with complete strangers."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I only thought 
Magda had brought you here, as part of my education."

"She did, just not in that way. Have I helped you at all, 
Rick?"

"You've given me more stuff to think about for sure. But I 
guess I'll never know for sure until I have sex with a guy 
again. I'll just have to work on that."

Magda's friend signed deeply. He stood and began unbuckling 
his belt. He opened the clasp on his pants and unzipped 
them. His pants slid off with his underwear and he stood 
staring at me. He had a gorgeous long thick cock. I 
couldn't take my eyes off it. He smiled when he saw me 
staring.

"Come on," he urged, "get your clothes off."

"Wow, I love your cock. I've never seen such a nice one 
before."

I pulled off my clothes as he slowly removed his shirt. We 
both stood naked and examined each other.

"Nice, Rick, very nice. You're a terrific looking guy. If 
you still want to see if sucking a cock turns you on, go 
ahead."

My head was spinning. I was so excited my cock was rock 
hard. His cock, however, was only at half-mast.

"Well judging by that terrific stiffy you're sporting, I'd 
say you like cocks for sure," he said.

I nodded, approached him and reached for his member. It 
felt amazing in my hand. It was so thick and soft and it 
still hadn't finished growing. I stood inches from him and 
I fondled him to full hardness. His cock was magnificent-at 
least seven inches of thick hard man meat. He was 
circumcised and the head was deep purple. I knelt in front 
of him, my face right up to his cock. I licked the precum 
from the tip. Nice-a touch salty. I pressed it against my 
cheek and kissed it.

"I know you've watched Magda lots of times so do what she 
does," he coached me.

I looked up at him and smiled, it was all coming to me now. 
I recalled all the different things she did and I 
remembered our conversations. We were close to the bed so I 
steered him to the edge and he lay back with his ass nearly 
at the edge and his feet on the floor. I liked this 
position. I had a lot more options about what to do. 

I took him into my mouth and savoured the feeling of my 
first guilt free cock. There was no longer the slightest 
doubt in my mind-I wanted this cock. I couldn't wait to get 
it in my mouth. I got half of his seven inches in. He was 
so thick he almost filled me. I still managed to slip my 
tongue around to increase his pleasure.

His cock felt almost rubbery in texture and I backed off to 
work more seriously on the head. I licked and sucked and 
kissed it intensely as he moaned his appreciation. I wanted 
to taste his balls, so I spit on my hands and stroked him 
as I dove down between his legs and lapped at his big hairy 
balls like a dog. I licked everywhere around them before 
taking one of them in my mouth and sucking on it gently.

I got so carried away I didn't notice how excited he was 
getting. He suddenly propped himself up against his elbows, 
his expression was strained. In a second I realized he was 
about to cum. I pounced on his cock at once and sucked as I 
bobbed my head up and down furiously. He erupted. My mouth 
filled with his salty seed. Thick. Pungent. I swallowed for 
all I was worth. My tongue searched for more to taste-more 
to experience. Another spurt. I'm slower to swallow-I want 
to enjoy it. Magda is right-this stuff is wonderful.

I was disappointed in myself. I wished we could do it 
again-do it better this time. He began to shrink and I 
tried to revive him. He had a strange look on his face. 
Finally, he tapped me on the shoulder and shook his head.

"That's all for now, buddy. I don't spring back as fast as 
I used to."

"I'm so sorry," I said, "I blew it, didn't I?"

He chuckled. "Yah, no pun intended. I hope you're better at 
judging where women are during sex?"

"I guess I just got carried away. I was having so much fun 
and I loved it so much. Was I that crummy?"

"No, not at all. You were pretty good. You made me cum 
didn't you? Your problem was that you were having too much 
fun and not watching how well you were doing. I had an 
orgasm but it was a lousy one because I almost started in 
your hand."

"If you give me another chance, I know I'll do better," I 
said.

"No, I don't think so. I let you blow me to help you 
decide. I still doubt you have the answer, but I'm sure 
you're closer now."

"I am," I said. "I know for sure now that I'll do it again 
and again. I can't wait to try everything else."

"And I wish I was there to see it, you're going to be a 
killer in bed," he smiled. "Well I'm leaving now, please 
say my goodbyes to Magda. In the meantime, here's another 
test for you."

He took hold of my shoulders and kissed me on the lips. I 
felt his tongue pry at my lips and I reluctantly let him 
in. I wasn't prepared for it. The kiss felt foreign and 
wrong to me. He sensed my reluctance and stopped with a 
smile.

"Being gay isn't just about sucking cocks, Rick. It's the 
whole enchilada. You'd better get used to that idea as 
well. I just wanted to give you some more to think about 
before I left. Please say goodbye to Magda for me."

After he left, I went to see Magda in her bedroom. She was 
lying naked on her bed propped up against three pillows. I 
smiled as I entered and sat the foot of the bed. She was 
slowly pumping a big black vibrator in and out of her 
pussy. Her legs were splayed open and she had the most 
lustful look on her face. I was hypnotized watching the 
vibrator slide in and out of her. The room felt close and 
her scent hug in the air, like an invisible cloud. The 
vibrator hummed almost musicallty, changing to a different 
tone as it filled her.

"Come closer," she moaned. "Get in there. Get right up 
close. Smell me, smell my juices."

I approached to within inches and filled my nostrils. Her 
musky fragrance made me feel strange, drugged. It was 
strong, almost unpleasant but I couldn't stop inhaling it. 
I wanted more.

She removed the dildo. Her labia stay open for a second and 
then closed up. Her lips were shiny. She pointed the dildo 
at my face.

"Lick it," she commanded.

I licked the full length of her toy before taking the end 
in my mouth.

"That's it, suck that big black cock. Show me how much you 
love to do it. Go on, suck it-that's it." 

She let go of the toy and let me hold it as I sucked and 
licked its length."

She slid up to me with a leg on either side. She laid back 
and watched me as she rubbed her clit with a tiny circular 
motion.

"Enough of that, fuck me now. Would you like that?"

I almost swallowed the dildo. "Of course I want to fuck 
you, more than anything."

"Good, now that you've tasted cock and pussy, I want you 
know what fucking feels like. Come here though, kiss me 
first. Show me how much you want that cock inside me."

I slid up beside her and we kissed deeply. We continued on 
and on and soon we were kissing like lovers, licking and 
slobbering all over each other with abandon. I was so 
aroused I was shaking and I rolled up onto her. I kissed 
and licked her beautiful tits. My cock was at the door and 
I could feel her moist thick lips caress the tip. I stabbed 
at her pussy. 

Her hand reached and guided me into her. At first-she was 
so loose and wet-I could barely feel her. All that quickly 
changed after a moment. She clamped the walls her pussy on 
my cock. I was blown away at the sheer ecstasy. Magda 
stepped it up a few more notches. She began rippling the 
muscles in her love tunnel. It felt as if she were pulling 
me into her.

"You can start moving anytime, or don't you know that's 
what you're supposed to do," she whispered.

I snapped out of it and began to thrust my hips. She 
continued her internal massage and I felt was a warm snug 
pulsating softness all around my cock. It seemed like this 
was where it was meant to be. It was a perfect feeling. 
Flawless. My body instantly react and I started to cum. 
There was almost no warning, at least none that I felt. I 
was so overwhelmed that my orgasm simply happened. I was 
upset at how short my first fuck had been and Magda could 
see it. 

"Come on, don't be that way," she said. "Every guy does 
that his first time, especially if the woman knows a few 
tricks. You'll do much better the next time, you'll see. 
Meanwhile, I'd like a nice orgasm too-would you mind?"

I smiled and slid down to her pussy and sucked on her clit. 
I did it slowly at first to keep her off guard and then 
increased the pressure gradually until she came quite 
quickly herself.

My erection had returned and while she was collecting 
herself I slipped back into her and began to pump again.

"Aren't you the sneaky one," she chuckled, "let's see how 
far you go this time?"

She lifted her legs and hooked her heels behind my ass 
pushing me forward. She massaged me inside her again and 
once more I was swept away. It was impossible to resist her 
abilities and I let myself go. Once again I floated away on 
the waves of ecstasy. I lasted longer but not much. This 
time I did feel my orgasm approach but I was powerless to 
slow it down. I came again and I whimpered like a beaten 
dog. 

"That was better," she said. "You'll last longer with each 
time now. I'll yet you fuck me a few more times, Rick, and 
then we'll stop."

"What do you mean? Why?"

"I never intended for you to have me right now. I wanted 
you lose you virginity to someone else-someone your own 
age. The only reason I did it with you today was because 
you finally tried sex with a man. You needed something to 
compare that with. I didn't want you making rash decisions 
without experiencing both sides. There's still so much more 
you need to learn and experience to understand your own 
sexuality."

"I've tried both now and I doubt I could choose if I 
tried," I told her. "Although, as promising as gay sex is, 
it's hard to believe a man could excite me the way you do."

"That's very sweet. I'm also glad you're comfortable about 
having gay sex now. That's a big step for you and I'm 
proud. When the time is right, you should tell your 
Mother."

"You think so?"

"Yes, absolutely. Your Mom is a very sexual woman, it's a 
pity you'll never taste that fruit."

"It sounds like you have."

She gave me another knowing smile and then noticed my hard 
cock.

"It looks like someone really has the hots for his mom. 
After all that sex you still got hard just talking about 
her?"

"Magda? I've never even thought about sex with my mom. I 
would love to see her naked though. It's almost an 
obsession with me now. But she's made it clear she'd never 
let it happen. Sex will never be an option and I can't 
believe we're talking about this."

"And how is this different from all our other discussions? 
Sex between mothers and sons is much more common than you'd 
think. I don't blame you for thinking about her, she's 
gorgeous in the buff. Trust me."

"So you have seen her then?"

"I have and that's all I saying. Would you like to take 
care of that lovely erection before you leave? You can 
pretend I'm her if you like."

"Thanks, but you're my dream woman. I don't want to miss a 
second of our love making."

"You're creeping into my heart young man. That's a 
dangerous place for me to let you in."

"Just let me into your wonderful pussy for now then."

She lay back and parted her legs once more. Again I ate her 
to strong orgasm before we made love. This was the longest 
session yet-almost double the last. It was different-
slower, more loving and sensual. I was going to do 
everything in my power to keep fucking her. This was too 
good to stop. 

We made love continuously over the next few weeks. She kept 
saying she would stop but she always gave in when I begged. 

In a later training exercise, she broke me in with a dildo 
up my ass. She had way more fun than she should have 
inserting larger and larger fake cocks into me. I had no 
idea how painful it could get and I begged her to stop over 
and over.

"The next person to do this to your ass will probably use a 
nice big cock. He might not be concerned with your 
discomfort-better you understand your real limits now." She 
told me.

It was the most physically painful thing I'd ever felt, 
even though I did kind of enjoy it. It taught me that anal 
sex was something to take very seriously and to choose my 
partner wisely.

Magda opened my eyes to bisexuality and sex and she showed 
me I had nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I was very 
lucky. I could now truly enjoy the best of both worlds.

Our training became more of an affair. She did fall in love 
with me as I did with her. We lasted quite a long time 
until my mom intervened and insisted that Magda taper off. 
She wanted me to experience sex with kids my own age before 
it was too late. 

Not long after, Magda relocated back to Hungary. I never 
saw her again although we still write each other. She 
remains in my heart still.




I'm Released Back Into the Wild 

My new skills and confidence completely changed my life at 
school. With fewer and fewer visits with Magda, I dated 
more girls. They were usually shocked at how willing and 
enthusiastic I was to eat their delicious young pussies. 
Word about me spread like wildfire and I made the rounds of 
girls I'd only fantasized about. Funny how all the big 
tough jocks were petrified to taste pussy. It also got me 
into plenty of hot water. There were lots guys who weren't 
so pleased at my sudden success with girls. 

Even though most girls were delighted that I wanted to 
pleasure their tight little pussies, it usually didn't get 
me any closer to a good fuck. Only a few girls let me go 
that far and frankly, they were never the ones I could fall 
in love with-not until I met Kendra. 

Kendra was in a league of her own. She was a singer and at 
the time I was a musician playing in a local band. She 
auditioned for us and weeks later, we were deeply in love. 
She wasn't my first, physically speaking, but in the best 
sense, she was my emotional first. Sex with her was an 
existential experience-my first taste of deep sexual 
sharing. 

After six months we decided we couldn't live without each 
other. We both left home to live together. I got a job and 
she continued to go to university. It was the only way we 
could get her parents to leave us alone. We had three 
wonderful years together until the sex became boring for 
me. Like a world-class idiot, I pushed her away-right into 
the arms of a jackass. He was an actor and he was dying to 
get into her pants-I lost her. I wanted her back but I was 
too proud.  

A short while after we split, she showed up at my door and 
asked to speak with me. She gave me a handful of pills and 
told me how to take them. She apologized for doing whatever 
it was to me and then left. That was it, I never wanted to 
see her again-and I didn't. The singular stupidest move of 
my life.

I was a young man now and moving along on my career path. 
In those days university degrees were helpful for sure. But 
an ambitious young man could still make his way up the 
ladder. I dated, had a few steady girlfriends but never 
anything serious. I had almost no activity with guys as 
well. I think maybe I was afraid of being found out and how 
it could affect my job. I now had far more to lose.

My career now took center stage in my life. I had gone back 
to school in the evenings and obtained specific training 
and certifications to further my career. I was becoming 
star, advancing in all areas of the business. One of the 
secretaries caught my eye at the office. She liked me as 
well. So much so that she plied me sex and attention that 
was irresistible. We dated for almost a year, enjoying 
mounds of uninhibited sex. There was no bottom to this 
woman. Everything was fair game for good sex. I proposed to 
her one evening over two pitchers of Sangria. She was a 
clever little vixen. She called everyone we knew-announcing 
our engagement before I could sober up. 

I'm a man of honor-maybe too much so. Backing out on my 
proposal was unthinkable to me. I liked her a great deal 
but I'm not sure I ever really loved her. I drank quite a 
bit back then and my decisions weren't always the best. We 
wed and I settled down to married life. I worked ever 
harder to build us a solid future and I kept climbing the 
ladder of my success. 

Over the next eight years though, our relationship withered 
and the marriage failed. It was a bitter divorce-to her 
family, divorce was unacceptable. 

During the year of separation, something almost hilarious 
happened. Over drinks one night, my soon-to-be ex's 
brother-in-law, made a pass at me. He too was having 
marital difficulties and he confessed to being gay all 
along. He told me he was in love with me and had always 
wanted to be with me. I was blown away. I had always liked 
him and after several more drinks I admitted to my own 
bisexuality. 

We went back to my place. Timidly we approached each other. 
After more talking and touching, we undressed. He almost 
pounced on my cock. He sucked me with more emotion than 
anyone ever had, man or woman. I came quickly and he 
swallowed lapping up every drop. He didn't have much 
experience because he didn't seem to enjoy the taste very 
much. I went down on him and savoured his nice cock. It 
wasn't a prizewinner but lovely just the same. 

It all came back to me-the feelings-the excitement. It was 
as if I suddenly remembered who I was. I was out of 
practice but still a lot more experienced than he was. I 
gave him an excellent blowjob and made it last as long as I 
could. When I finished he kissed me and then recoiled at 
the taste of himself in my mouth. I was almost happy. I 
still didn't enjoy kissing men. It still felt foreign to 
me. He gave me another blowjob. This time he made it last. 
He also swallowed with more grace than the first time.

We cuddled and slept together until morning and then 
showered together. This was kind of a first for me and I 
enjoyed it tremendously. It was lovely to run my soapy 
hands all over him. It was strange to enjoy touching 
another male body in such sexy ways. Chest, stomach, ass 
and of course his cock. They all felt so sexy with soapy 
hands.

We talked over breakfast. I told him how much I had enjoyed 
our night together. I also told him I wasn't prepared live 
with another man as a couple. I still wanted intimacy with 
women as well. The thought of uncomplicated bi sex 
attracted me very much. 

The trouble was that my divorce wasn't complete. If word of 
this got out, it would mean disaster for both of us. He had 
every intention of divorcing now with or without the 
benefit of my company. Our evening together had confirmed 
that for him, there'd be no turning back.

I cautiously met with him a few more times-the sex was too 
good to pass up. Eventually though, we had to call it a 
day. He was falling more deeply in love with me and I knew 
things would finish badly.

After almost a year of vicious dispute, my divorce was 
finally over. I was a complete wreck. My self-confidence 
was shaken and my work began to suffer. Sexually, I had 
backed of to a near hermit's existence.

A year later, I was transferred to another city. It was 
made clear to me that this was my last chance. I had 
stopped dating altogether. I was now completely gun-shy. 
Getting into any relationship terrified me. 

I began taking long hikes on a beach near my new home. It 
was a wonderful almost deserted beach and hiking on it 
soothed my soul. Gradually, I came out of my funk and 
embraced nudism again. I realized I could hike naked all 
day on that beach and never bother anyone. Many people were 
doing the same thing, usually guys. Any others were either 
out for a stroll or walking their dogs. They were pretty 
accepting-my nudity didn't disturb them.

Gradually I made friends with other nudists as I hiked. 
Most of them were gay or bi like myself. Sex could have 
been easy and uncomplicated-unlike what Magda's friend had 
told me. 

Sex within the gay and bi community was readily available 
for the asking. But AIDS was still a major concern and I 
was terrified of it. I grew to know some guys more closely 
on the beach and we traded blowjobs. But disease still 
petrified me and I wasn't about to try anything else. That 
is, until I was completely sure I was safe. Even the 
blowjobs made me a bit nervous.

I surfed the net looking for like-minded guys I could 
become friends with. I was hoping to find someone I could 
learn more about and maybe build some mutual trust. I 
longed to have more personal and intimate sex but I also 
wanted to keep it casual somehow.

The first man I met on a discussion board was bi-curious. 
We progressed to sharing pictures, then videos and finally 
camming. We became good friends and we finally met at a 
hotel near me one night.

When I got to his room he opened the door and I was 
surprised at how big he was. We looked each other over for 
an awkward moment and then he suggested we have dinner 
together at the restaurant. We enjoyed some good 
conversation and split the bill.

Back at the room it was the moment of truth. We both 
undressed and he said he'd like for me to go first-he still 
hadn't worked up the nerve. He sat on the bed and I moved 
up in between his legs. I took hold of his cock.

"Wow, I can't believe we're actually doing this," he said.

I leaned in and kissed the tip. He had a funny shaped cock. 
It was normal length and very fat at the base. It kind of 
tapered from there to a very tiny head. It was so tiny it 
was almost cute. It was so small when I took it in my 
mouth-I was able to really work on it with my tongue and 
lips. He appreciated my efforts, moaning and grunting as I 
sucked his funny cock.

"God, you're better than any woman I've ever had, that's 
for sure," he said.

I looked up at him and smiled at his compliment. I fondled 
his balls as I sucked and licked his cock and he quickly 
came in my mouth. His cum was foul. It tasted like 
something dead and I had to spit it out. I got off the bed 
and went to the washroom to rinse my mouth. When I returned 
he was getting dressed again.

"I'm sorry, man, this was a bad idea. I'm not ready for 
this and I don't know if I ever will be," he said as he 
fidgeted nervously with the buttons on his shirt. 

I told him it was okay and that everything was good. I 
calmed him saying that we both knew this could happen and 
there was no harm done. He relaxed. We had another quick 
drink before I left. We never spoke again.

Meanwhile, my change of spirit helped me turn my job back 
around. I was back on the fast track again. I was promoted 
and this meant I now worked out of two offices-one in my 
old location and the other in my new home. I traveled 
regularly between both shops, which meant I could visit 
with my mom more often as well. This also increased the 
scope of potential sex interests in my search.

The next guy I met was on a cam-sharing site. He lived in 
the same town as my mom. His name was Mike and he was bi-
curious like the previous guy. We spent many an enjoyable 
evening watching each other masturbate online. He was 
divorced like me but he had a young daughter he doted on. 
After some time and discussion, we agreed to meet the next 
time I was in his town. 

That day arrived and I was staying at my favorite hotel 
when he knocked at my door. There was some initial 
discomfort as we talked for a few minutes. He suggested we 
undress. He had the most beautiful long white cock. I say 
white, because it was. It was a beautiful, long, ivory 
white tusk. It curved upward a bit when it was erect. Oh 
how I wanted to suck on that thing, it was just gorgeous. 
We both wanted to go first so we agreed to sixty-nine on 
our side.

We lay down on the king-sized bed and in no time we were 
both happily lapping and sucking away at each other. Did I 
ever love that cock. It fit my mouth perfectly and my 
tongue had just enough room to really do its job. He was no 
slouch either. This was his first time but he had clearly 
thought it through. He worked on me like a pro and I 
thoroughly enjoyed his efforts. He came first and his cum 
was wonderful-thick and salty like caviar.

Isn't it amazing how things always look different after an 
orgasm? When the wild abandon's over and your brain haze 
clears-it can be like waking up beside a really bad drunken 
idea from the night before. I guess that's what it felt 
like for Mike. He suddenly pulled away and leapt from the 
bed. He ran out the door half-dressed and wouldn't respond 
to my phone calls. I figured that was it-another burnout.

The next day I visited with my mom. I was feeling pretty 
down in the dumps and I thought it was finally time to have 
that discussion with her about me being bisexual. I broke 
my word to Magda and told Mom than I knew about their plans 
and Mom laughed out loud. She told me that Magda had always 
kept her up to date, including the fact that I knew.

"But, how are you feeling about everything now?" She asked. 
"You look a little sad to me. Tell me everything, you know 
you can now."

"I don't know Mom, I'm not really sure about anything 
myself," I said
 
"Rick, get undressed. You always loved doing that when you 
were young. You always shared so much more with me then 
too. I hope I haven't shocked you?"

"Are you finally going to join me?" 

"Not on your life. I didn't when I had a great bod, don't 
think I'll jump for it now that I'm in my fifties." She 
laughed.

I didn't need a reason to do it. Just the thought thrilled 
me. She was right. It was the thing I loved to do with her 
the most. I stripped in front of her and stepped back so 
she could get the whole picture.

"I've changed since our last time," I said.

"Yes - Yes you have and for the better. My, just look at 
you, so strong and virile. A far cry from when I tweaked 
your little penis at the cottage."

"I've never forgotten that night, Mom. I came instantly in 
your hand and you rubbed it into my skin so gently. I can 
almost feel it now." My cock came to full hardness.

"Oh... oh my... well, that was a little more sharing than I 
expected. Can we tone it down a bit? I'm older now and 
living alone. I don't here such, I guess, explicit talk. 
Not that I ever did, aside from my talks with your dad or 
Magda."

"Okay, I'm sorry Mom. I'll tone it down if you want. I just 
want us to be open. You know, no secrets. We can now, you 
know. What's the harm?"

"Very well, I'll try," she nodded.

I told her I felt my marriage had failed because I wasn't 
committed to my ex, sexually. I had never admitted that to 
anyone before. Then I told her about all my latest forays 
into bisexuality. I confessed how I felt I'd become a 
failure with both sexes.

Mom listened intently as she sat beside me on the sofa. She 
placed her hand on my thigh and looked into my eyes.

"Honey, you're just going through a bad patch, nothing 
more. Don't be so hard on yourself. Your marriage failed 
because you shouldn't have married her to begin with. You 
did the honorable thing. You married her even when everyone 
didn't expect you to. As for these other men, you're 
playing it too safe. Your trying to control everything by 
being the only experienced lover. Leave some things to 
chance. Give up some control. It's the little twists and 
surprises that make romance so much fun."

"Thanks Mom, you always know the right things to say. 
That's good advice."

"I try. You know, I have a gift for you. Something that 
might cheer you up a little."

She left the room and returned with a medium sized box.

"This is something special that has a story-one that won't 
ingratiate you to your father. But now that he's passed, 
you can't do anything about it."

"What are you talking about? Why would I be angry with 
Dad?"

"Well, back when you were just a baby, your dad and his 
father tried some hair-brained scheme to make quick money. 
They lost every penny they had. It was over a month's 
salary and back then that meant no groceries, no rent, 
nothing."

"I was a real looker in those days. One of your dad's 
shadier friends mentioned a photographer who paid top 
dollar for good nudes. Remember now, full nudity was 
considered obscene back then. Those kinds of pictures were 
passed around on post cards or playing cards. There was no 
Playboy magazine."

"We were destitute so I agreed to pose, but only if the 
pictures were not sold locally. The photographer agreed. He 
said he'd sell them in the US. We did the session. The 
money was enough to carry us for two months and the family 
survived."

She handed me the box. "There's a complete set of the 
photos in this album. The photographer gave them to me as a 
gift-he was quite taken with me. You've always wanted to 
see me this way and I'm tired of holding on to them. I hope 
they'll cheer you up a little?"

I took the box from her. "I'm sad that you had to do such a 
thing to save your family but I can't be angry with Dad. He 
may have lost the money, but I wouldn't be holding this box 
if he hadn't. May I look at them now?"

"I guess so, I don't know how many countless men and boys 
have seen them already. Why shouldn't the man who means 
most to me in the world see them?"

I opened the box and took out the album. I slowly opened it 
and the first picture was of her in a costume that was only 
a skirt with no top. She had her hands at her waist with a 
big smile on her face. Her breasts were gorgeous, full and 
round with dark areolas and rigid nipples. I stared and 
stared at them. Finally, Mom laughed.

"Come on honey, their just tits. Get over it."

"Oh Mom, their not. They're your tits. The tits I touched 
as a kid. The tits I've wanted to see all my life. They're 
beautiful, they're exquisite."

"Sincerely, Rick, if I ever realized this meant so much to 
you, I would have shown you everything a long time ago. I 
still can't believe it means so much to you."

I turned the page and she was in the same outfit but turned 
around and bent over. Her boobs were hanging deliciously 
and the skirt was high enough to see a bit of her panties. 
The next few pages were all different poses in the same 
skirt.

I turned a page and she was naked on a bed, lying on her 
stomach. She was facing the camera, leaning up on her 
elbows. Her ass was so firm and round and her hips and 
waist would have been the envy of any Playboy model. My 
cock was so hard it hurt. I moved the album to the side and 
showed her. She beamed.

"I love that these pictures are making you so happy. I feel 
warm inside and a little sad I was so prudish over the 
years. Can you forgive me?"

"Mom, you'll always be beautiful to me. I'm looking at 
pictures of you in your prime but I'd still love to see you 
now. We won't have sex and like you once said, it will be 
our pact of trust."

She stared at me-her eyes became misty. She stood and faced 
me opening her housecoat. She let it fall to the floor and 
she reached behind her to remove her bra. It fell away 
revealing her wonderful breasts. She hooked her thumbs in 
the waistband of her panties and pushed them to the floor. 
She straightened and looked at me. Her look was so tender 
and fragile. 

Time had been kind to her. Sure her breasts sagged and her 
skin showed some age but healthy living and exercise had 
helped everything along nicely. Her bush was unkempt and 
full and her ass sagged a little as well. All this didn't 
matter a bit to me-she was still my beautiful mom. This 
wasn't about sex; the prize was much greater than that. It 
was about complete trust and love. A love that would 
outlive time itself.

I stood and took her in my arms. Finally we were skin to 
skin. I swooned at the feel of her against me. My cock 
poked her in the stomach and she giggled. She stood back 
and tweaked the head with two fingers like she'd done many 
years earlier. I didn't cum this time-I just smiled. We sat 
back down on the couch. 

"Well, this is a big jump for me but thank you, Rick. It 
was long overdue and I'm still so sorry I made you wait so 
long. It's such a small thing but it means so much to you. 
I can see that now."

"Don't apologize, Mom. Honestly, I was so hot for you back 
then, I would have done anything in my power to have you."

"You know I'd have never have given in?"

"Of course, now I do. But back then though; I'm not so sure 
I would have. I would have kept trying and maybe damaged 
our relationship."

"There's no point talking about that now, we're here today 
and I hope you feel a bit better now."

"Oh I do, I feel wonderful. Thank you."

"Why don't you stay the night and we'll continue to enjoy 
each other this way?"

"Okay, but I'll be leaving extra early in the morning. I 
have to get back and change before work."

"That's fine, I go to bed early these days anyway."

I went through the rest of the pictures with her. I 
marveled at her beauty in each one. She even matched a few 
of the poses for me, after I begged her. We spent a lovely 
evening talking and went to bed early. Outside her bedroom 
door, I thought of asking to sleep in her bed. I thought 
better of it, though. It could have been the undoing of all 
we had achieved. There would be other nights, I was sure of 
that now.

The next morning I was up at 5 AM and out the door. Mom was 
still sleeping-I didn't want to disturb her. Back at the 
office I checked my email. In my personal account there was 
a message from Mike.

He apologized profusely for his actions and begged me to 
let him try again. He sent me a funny picture attachment of 
his cock with a speech bubble that said 'Rick, please 
forgive Mike and suck me? I miss you.'

I laughed and replied that I would extend my stay for 
another night if he wanted to meet me at 8:00. He replied 
and agreed. Later after dinner I sat in my hotel room. The 
phone rang and it was my mom.

"Hi Honey, I'm sorry I missed you this morning. Are you 
still in town tonight?"

"Yes I am, why, is something wrong?"

"No, of course not. I was just missing you and I hoped we 
might spend another evening together. I want to make sure 
you're in the right frame of mind before you leave."

"And how were you thinking you might help me with that?"

"Well, you know. Oh come on, Rick. You can see me naked 
again. There. Happy?"

"Yes, very. I'd love to, Mom, but there's a problem. The 
guy who ran out on me two nights ago is now begging to see 
me again. He wants to make things up to me."

"Oh my goodness then that's more important. Stay there and 
enjoy yourself. Gosh, I never dreamed I'd be telling my son 
to have sex with another man. I wish it were with some 
beautiful woman but I know that will come as well. Enjoy 
yourself honey and I'll see you on your next trip."

"Great Mom, that won't be long, I'll be back next week."

"Good, I'll see you then, Good night and I love you."

"I love you too Mom," and I hung up. 

As I sat back wondering if I had made the right decision, 
there was a knock at the door. I opened it and Mike stared 
at me with a look of embarrassment. I opened the door wider 
and he entered.

"I'm going to do something Mike," I said, "something to 
test your resolve this time."

"Okay, do your worst."

I came close and I kissed him on the lips. He hesitated for 
a moment and then pressed his lips against mine. I felt his 
lips part and his tongue touched mine. I retreated. His 
look was surprised and he smiled suspiciously.  

"That's right," I said. "I actually don't like kissing 
guys. Not yet anyway. The first time a guy did that to me, 
I almost flipped inside. It made me rethink my bisexuality 
and if I was really ready. By your response, you're even 
more prepared than I am. That's fantastic, because I 
shouldn't have the upper hand here. What we're doing is for 
both of us and we're in it together. Deal?"

He stepped closer-kissed me again. Something changed and I 
didn't mind it as much. Our tongues battled-I held on for 
longer but I still had to stop. It still didn't feel right.

"That's farther than I've ever gone before, Mike. Did you 
really want to kiss me or were you just testing me as 
well?" 

"I'm not sure, I guess it's something we'll have to work 
on. You know, Rick, we blew each other the other night and 
I loved that. You have no idea how much. Can we do it 
again? I promise I'll see it through this time. I hated 
myself for running out. I wanted you to cum in my mouth 
more than anything. I'm just a little worried though, do 
you expect us to do anal?"

"I don't think so-at least, no time soon. The truth is, 
I've never done that with a guy either. A wonderful woman I 
once new helped me come to terms with bisexuality. She 
fucked me in the ass with a set of dildos. It hurt like 
hell and it taught me respect and caution. I've never been 
in a situation so far where I trusted someone that much."

"So, can we get naked and try again?" Mike asked.

"You bet, but I'm feeling kind of grubby. Could I interest 
you in a shower? I'd like to warm up to the blowjobs this 
time."

"Why not. I think I'd like that."

We stripped and made our way to the huge bathroom and 
shower. In the steamy hot water we lathered each other up 
and pried our fingers into every tight sensitive spot. We 
each attempted to blow the other but we held off until we 
made it back to the bed. 

After toweling off, we lay naked facing each other on the 
bed as our hands wandered each other's bodies. I rolled him 
on his back and kissed my way down to his cock. Lying 
against each other, we took our sweet time, both wanting to 
make it last as long as we could. Finally, I couldn't take 
any more and I came. He swallowed and swallowed and made 
happy sounds. He came as well. I took it all again-enjoying 
every drop.

We paused for a moment and then he flipped himself to face 
me. He planted his lips on mine. Our tongues mingled and so 
did our cum. I rolled onto him kissing him passionately and 
tasting his mouth. We stopped, looked each other in the 
eye. We began laughing.

"I guess that's the missing ingredient," I said.

He nodded and we shared a few more short kisses. He didn't 
run this time. He stayed late into the night and we blew 
each other twice again. We probed each other's asses with 
our fingers now and again-just testing the waters. He left 
in the early morning and I slept a little longer. I had no 
appointments that day so did a late checkout and took a 
later flight home. I needed the 'alone-time' to gather my 
thoughts. 

The following week I was back at my mom's for dinner. I 
would be staying with her for two nights and visiting Mike 
at his place. When I arrived, she was all-smiles. "So, how 
did it go last week?" 

"Terrific, better than I hoped."

"Wonderful. I'm so happy for you."

"If you don't mind I'd like to freshen up before dinner. 
I'll be heading over to Mike's place tonight but tomorrow 
night I'm all yours."

"Great, I'll get things started while you do that."

I took a quick shower and decided to stay naked afterwards. 
I descended the staircase and turned into the kitchen. My 
jaw dropped. My mom was naked at the stove cooking dinner. 
She turned and smiled at me.

"I knew you were going to do that. I thought I'd join you."

"And what if I hadn't?"

"Then it would have been a nice surprise. Was it?"

I walked up to her and we hugged. "Oh yah-the best. I love 
you, you know?"

"I know. I know. Sit down, let's eat."

As she moved around I noticed she'd done a little cleanup 
with her bush. It was now only a tiny triangle on top of 
her mound. The rest was clean-shaven. I could finally see 
her pussy clearly. After dinner, we sat across from each 
other. It was a glass dinner table and she brazenly left 
her legs parted quite wide for me.

"I see you've tidied up a bit since my last visit. That's a 
welcome sight. I couldn't see that detail in your wonderful 
pictures. Did you do it for me?"

"Yes. Once you got me started last week, it got me thinking 
about what more I could show you now. I feel I owe you so 
much for all the torture I put you through. I want you to 
see me any way you want whenever you want now," she said as 
she caressed her pussy lips and mound lightly. He action 
seemed almost unconscious as I watched her fingers caress 
her most private area. She was drifting off when she 
realized what she was doing. She snapped her attention back 
to me, removing her hand.

"I was enjoying that. It's these little shared moments that 
make me feel so close to you now. Is it more enjoyable 
rubbing it now that it's smooth?"

"Oh you're such a bugger. Yes it is, I do it almost without 
thinking. I even had a couple of little orgasms while I was 
shaving too. Oh dear God, listen to me. I can't believe I 
actually said all that to my son. I know we've opened 
things up but I feel positively wicked."

"I think it's wonderful. I hope that wicked feeling is a 
good one too. It's fun to mix a little naughtiness and 
pleasure."

"Magda sure trained you well. I love how balanced you are 
about your feelings and desires. I've always tried to be 
that way myself but I lived in different times than you. 
Luckily, you can explore so much more than I could at your 
age."


"I am lucky-lucky to have a mother like you. I want us to 
keep sharing and exploring like we are. Take this as far as 
you're able."

"I'll try, Rick. But I'm not so sure. What could I possibly 
say to match your current sexual exploits?"

"Well, we could start with your relationship with Magda. I 
know you had one. She always refused to discuss it with me. 
Or we could just talk about how you enjoy yourself 
sexually-how often you masturbate and how. You do still 
masturbate, don't you?"

"Oh dear god," she fanned her face. "I don't believe you 
just asked me all that. Even your father wouldn't have 
dared."

"My father wouldn't have made a plan with our neighbor to 
educate me sexually. Whatever you decide to share will be 
fine, just keep that beautiful mind open like always."

"My, my, my. You've become such a silver tongued devil. 
Actually, our discussion has made me, just a little damp. 
Enough sharing for you?"

"Oh yah-that'll do."

I excused myself to dress before going to meet Mike. I told 
Mom not to wait up.

Mike lived in an upscale part of town in a very nice condo. 
He opened the door wearing only a pair of jogging pants. I 
could plainly see he was already excited. I ran my hand 
over his growing bulge as I entered.

"Looks like I'm expected," I said.

"I'm expecting a few things all right," he replied.

We sat and sipped a few drinks. Before long we were in his 
bedroom squirming and enjoying each other on his bed. After 
our last meeting, Mike told me he wanted to push the 
boundaries. I wanted to try some of the things Magda had 
taught me. I lit flares at most of his erogenous zones. I 
licked sucked and kissed the various interesting spots on 
his body and he exploded. He almost choked me as he fucked 
my face with his beautiful white cock. After he came he 
fell back on the bed.

"Fuck, is this how women feel?" he said. "I've done most of 
those things to girlfriends and my ex. This is the first 
time I've ever received any of it. God damnit that felt so 
good. Let me try some on you."

"No, I'm fine for now. I know how good it feels, believe 
me. I had a good teacher as a kid."

"You were one lucky kid," he groaned.

"Tell me about it. Feel like a friendly sixty-nine now?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

We did a bottom/top position with me on the bottom. Mike 
was even better this time and we both toyed with each other 
trying to make the other one cum first. I lost-he was 
really getting good. After we both came we kissed again, 
swapping cum and rolling around on the bed. We both came 
three more times that evening. That, plus all the tussling 
around had us both pretty tired. 

We said our goodbyes around 11:00 and I made my way back 
home without showering. When I arrived, Mom was still up. 

"Have a good time?"

"Oh yah, did I ever. Want to hear about it?"

"No, I don't think so. One day though-I'm sure my curiosity 
will get the better of me. Well I'm off to bed. It's way 
past my usual bedtime," she said

She came over to kiss me good night. As we kissed, she 
sniffed at my shoulder, then down to my chest.

"You didn't shower, did you."

"No, sorry Mom. If we'd showered we'd still be sucking each 
other's cocks. Why, do I stink?"

"Please tone down the sex talk about you and the boys."

"All right. I'm sorry."

"No, you don't stink-quite the opposite. Men, especially 
virile young ones give off something like pheromones I 
guess. A particular scent when they're very aroused. I 
guess you two must have really squirmed around together. 
You're radiating sex right now. It's really wonderful-quite 
overpowering. I loved it when your dad smelled like this. 
It was usually after hours of rough sex with me."

"Rough sex? You're kidding."

"No, not rough the way you're thinking-long, hard, 
passionate, intense sex. The kind that leaves you aching in 
the morning."

"I may smell like it but I can't say that sex tonight was 
quite like that. But you can bet it's a goal for me now. 
Anyway, I'm completely exhausted. I'm going to bed after a 
quick shower."

"Honey, I want you to do something very important to me?"

"Of course, anything. What do you need?"

"I want you to stay as you are and sleep in my bed 
tonight."

"Mom! Seriously?

"Yes. But if you agree, I want your solemn word you won't 
try to make love to me."

"That's a tall order, Mom. I don't think you realize just 
how much you're asking."

"I've got a pretty good idea. Just the same, I'm asking. 
Sleep with me but don't fuck me. Is that clearer? I need 
this, Rick, will you do it for me?"

"Of course I will, Mom. I'd do anything for you. Don't you 
know that? Besides, I'm so exhausted and I've cum so many 
times tonight, I doubt I'd be up to it anyway. Much as I'd 
dearly love to."

I opened her housecoat to look at her. She continued 
removing it and she tossed it away. She began to undress 
me. Piece-by-piece she removed all my clothing, holding 
each article up to her nose, especially my underwear. She 
hugged me closely, pinning herself up against me. We stood 
there for a while until she broke free and led me upstairs.

We both climbed into her bed and I admit I felt strange at 
first. This was my father's place, I felt. But he was no 
longer with us now and this is what mom wanted. I lay on my 
back as she cuddled up to me.

"I want to smell you on my sheets. Enjoy the scent for the 
next few days," she said. "Are you terribly aroused, 
honey?"

"Yes, but not in the way you think. I'm swimming in all 
these intense sensations. They're so overpowering. I love 
the feeling of your skin next to mine. I love that my arm 
is around you and you're snuggling up to me. The thought 
that I'm running my fingers along your bare skin and 
squeezing your ass is amazing. Aroused, yes. But I think, 
overjoyed, might be a little more accurate. Mom... will I 
ever make love to you?"

"No you won't, Rick. I'm sorry but it just can't happen. 
What we have at this moment is all we'll ever have. I'm not 
even sure we'll do this again either. It's too dangerous. 
I'm really playing with fire here but it can't be helped. 
I'm only flesh and blood and my will gets weaker as I get 
older and more lonely."

"Don't be so quick to say no, Mom. Did you ever dream we'd 
be doing this?"

"No, of course not, although I did think about it to be 
honest. You're right, if everything I believed came true, 
we wouldn't be lying here right now. I've always known how 
much you wanted me, Rick. I've even used it to help guide 
you at times. To help you realize who you were sexually and 
try to keep you happy." 

"Tonight, Rick, you're returning that favor. I need this 
badly right now. I need to remember who I am sexually 
again. I thought the loneliness had driven it all out of me 
but I guess not. I'm lying here holding you close. There's 
a warm wonderful wetness between my legs that I haven't 
felt for too long. In the morning we'll go back a few steps 
but not all the way. I like most of what we now have 
together and I want to continue with it." 

"I love you deeply, honey, but not as my lover. Someone 
else needs to fill that role. I now realize that I still 
want that and I'm going to find another lover if I can."

A few tears streaked from my eyes to my ears. As I lay 
there holding her in my arms, I wished we could stay that 
way forever. Never move, just be with each other, sharing 
each other. Any hope of making sweet love to her was gone 
now. I wanted to tear the sheets back-plant myself deep in 
her. Make her scream. Make her scratch and claw at me like 
a cat in heat. But I realized I was only obsessing now. I 
felt disappointed and even slightly rejected. I put it all 
out of my mind and squeezed her tightly. She cooed and 
melted into my embrace. We drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I awoke in bed alone. I was almost pleased. 
I wouldn't have to endure being denied once more. I could 
smell breakfast. Leaving Mom's room, I showered in my 
washroom. I washed off all the scent she had loved so much 
the night before. Triggering another moment would surely be 
more awkward this time. I took her last words to heart. I 
would obey them, as a loving son should.

I went down naked and walked into the kitchen. I was 
surprised, Mom stood in the nude smiling at me. She was at 
the counter sipping her coffee.

"Sleep well?" She asked.

"I don't feel like it. Must have had a lot on my mind. 
You?"

"Like a baby, only the sweetest of dreams. I'm sorry you 
didn't. Have some coffee and we can talk over breakfast." 
We sat and began eating.

"Just so you know," I began, "You've told me how you feel 
now and I'll honor your position."

"I wasn't expecting that, thank you. I have to admit 
though, part of me deep down will miss your advances. Just 
the same, I'm relieved. Now I won't have to do any 
reinforcing this morning. We can move on now. Eat your 
breakfast before it gets cold."

"One concession though?" I asked.

"And what would that be?"

"Can I touch you sometimes? I think you know what I mean."

"Yes I do, Rick and I'll have to think that over. Never my 
pussy though-I don't think either of us could handle that."

"Geez, your pussy? Just hearing you say that word gives me 
a hardon."

"It's appropriate right now. We're talking frankly about 
sex-about setting boundaries. This isn't a biology lesson."

"Boy I'd never miss one of your classes."

"I know, just like you had perfect attendance in Magda's."

"How is she anyway, still hear from her?"

"Yes. She's fine. She loves being back home. In her last 
note she wanted me to pass along a message. She wanted me 
to say that you'll have a generous welcome if you visit."

"Generous. Isn't it funny how single words this morning are 
getting me hard? I'm excited just thinking of the 
possibilities. I don't think I'll ever find a woman to top 
her in bed-especially now that you're of the table. She 
often praised your sexual abilities very highly."

"Oh dear," Mom fanned her face, "that's a confession for 
another visit. Plus a good deal of wine, I think."

I laughed. We continued making small talk until breakfast 
was done and I dressed and went to work. That night Mike 
was busy and so it was Mom and I for the evening. When I 
arrived back home she was in her kitchen. She was still 
naked. It was becoming a welcome habit. There was something 
cooking on the stove. I stripped in the living room and 
walked up behind her. I slipped my arms under hers and 
hugged her. My erection and balls tucked between the top of 
her ass cheeks. I slid my hands up and stopped just under 
her breasts.

"Have you given it any thought?" I asked.

She realized what I was talking about and joined her hands 
to mine, raising them up to her tits. I cupped her breasts 
and pulled on her stiff nipples. Her head dropped back 
against my shoulder and she sighed deeply. 

"I'm not so sure about this touching business now. You're 
touching me like a lover, not like a son."

"How does a son caress his mom's beautiful tits, usually?"

"Stop it for now, okay. I'll admit I wanted you to do just 
what you did but it feels wrong now. Don't you dare pout 
though."

"I won't but I'm still disappointed. Your tits are simply 
amazing. I thing I could have an orgasm just enjoying them 
alone."

"Dinner won't be for another hour, go up and do something 
with yourself. Damn, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. 
On the other hand, yes. Do go somewhere else and try to 
calm down."

"All right then," I chuckled, "I'll go shower and 
masturbate. That should take some of the edge off."

"Fine, do that. Go up and do what you must. I'll see you in 
an hour."

I climbed halfway up the stairs and I heard her shuffle 
around the kitchen, moving a chair. I snuck back and peeked 
through the doorway. She sat on a chair with her legs 
spread as she rubbed her pussy. I couldn't resist and crept 
back into the doorway, cock in hand. Her eyes opened and 
she saw me. Her vision lasered on my cock and she watched 
me masturbate. 

Her expression changed to one of dismay, like she was 
caught in a bad situation. Without a word, she sat and 
moaned softly as we both pleasured ourselves. I watched her 
fingers quickly circling her sensitive clit. She came. My 
heart almost burst from my love for her. I came as well, 
spurting my cum into one hand as most of it spilled through 
onto the floor. I looked around for something to clean it 
up with.

"Go!" She ordered hoarsely. "Go shower now."

An hour later I came back down for dinner. I stayed naked. 
I wasn't interested in back stepping. If she had a problem, 
we could talk it out. She had also opted to stay naked. It 
was a quiet meal with little discussion. Afterwards, we did 
the dishes and went to the den to watch TV. Again there was 
little conversation. At bedtime, we both went up together. 

At her bedroom door, I took her in my arms and we hugged 
tightly. I squeezed her ass and she squeezed mine in 
return. I looked deeply into her eyes hoping she would say 
something.

"Okay, I know the ball's in my court," she said. "We can do 
that again sometime, I liked it. It's sex without actually 
touching each other. Even your Dad and I never did anything 
like that. It's so personal and private. It seems like the 
perfect way for us to share. Let's not make it a regular 
thing though."

"Deal, I'd like that too."

"What a surprise. I was sure you would. Sorry, hon, 
separate beds tonight. I still have your lovely scent 
though to give me sweet dreams. 

"I'm glad, I don't need the scent, I'll just think about 
you with your legs spread wide on the kitchen chair."
 
"Go to bed, I'm soaked now. I can't believe I'm actually 
dripping down my leg. Go to bed, please."

"All right, Mom, goodnight," and I went to my room.

The next morning I left for work and flew home at the end 
of my workday. I was resolved now to continue enjoying men. 
I wanted to explore everything. I made friends with two 
other men near where I lived and my sex life now was filled 
with lovely cocks and rivers of cum. 




I Lose Another Cherry

During one visit with Mike we finally crossed the line and 
had anal sex. We still weren't lovers in the real sense-
just very close caring friends. We trusted each other 
implicitly. I had no fear of him hurting me or infecting me 
with AIDS. We agreed in advance to try it that evening and 
we were both prepared. 

I had done some reading on the subject. I learned that 
success would be relative to how much either of us felt and 
enjoyed it. We both opted to do lower colon enemas with a 
simple bulb device. That would help minimize nasty 
accidents. I had bought the right kind of lube-thicker and 
not too oily. Mike purchased a set of but plugs to loosen 
us up prior to penetration. If you're thinking we over-
thought it, you'd be very right.

We met at my hotel room. After a few drinks we showered and 
got into the mood. I was excited, I'd been curious about 
this for a long time-even though Magda had thoroughly 
introduced me to sex with dildos. It was my last big step 
to being fully bi-sexual. We tossed a coin to see who would 
go first-I won. The three most popular positions are lying 
flat on your stomach, doggy style and missionary. Those are 
ranked in order from least to most painful for a first-
timer.

I didn't care about that-I wanted to be on my back looking 
up at Mike. I wanted to jerk off while he stuffed that long 
white tusk of his up my ass. I knew the key was to relax. 
Relax the muscles and go very slow at first. We needed to 
take our time. Pause when we needed it.

As I lay with my ass at the edge of the bed, Mike pushed 
back on my legs. I held them spread widely apart-wide as 
possible. I've always loved that position, either receiving 
or giving. It's so open and exposed, I think that it adds 
to the excitement. You're offering yourself completely-in 
the most vulnerable position possible.

He scraped the perineal area with his nails. That lovely 
sensitive wrinkled skin between the sphincter and balls. He 
kissed and licked my balls while his hand massaged my rigid 
cock. We had both learned a lot about special pleasure 
zones. Mike loved this one the most-so did I. He licked and 
kissed up and down my ass that was nice and fresh from our 
shower. The feelings were intense and he was driving me 
wild. I lay completely prone. My legs in the air and my ass 
sticking out and spread open. I wanted him in me.

He held up a small butt plug-showed it to me. He lubed it 
and smiled as he inserted it. I felt it slide in-fill me. 
He wiggled and stirred it around. I relaxed and loosened 
up. He inserted a bigger one, then another. Each plug 
larger-each one feeling nicer. I felt my asshole beginning 
to stretch but nothing uncomfortable. He was up to the 
biggest one now. It felt like I needed to take a dump. He 
worked it in me and the feelings lessened. I could really 
feel the stretch now. He removed the last plug and stuck in 
two fingers, pulling and stretching me even more.

He squirted a glob of lube in his hand and stroked his 
wonderful long white tusk. God how I loved that thing, to 
me it's still the most beautiful cock I ever sucked. He 
looked me in the eyes.

"Showtime, Rick," he said. 

"Go for it. Get that baby in me. I want to feel it all the 
way in. Cum in me Mike. Cum hard."

He presented the head of his cock at my entrance. Slowly he 
began to push in. Everything had felt great up until then 
but now I could really feel the stretch. This wasn't some 
little butt plug pushing into me. It felt more like a 
bloody log. My asshole hurt. It felt like I was tearing.

"Is there blood? Am I bleeding?" I moaned in pain.

"Want me to stop?"

"No. Is there much more?

"Only a bit, the heads almost in. Try to relax if you can. 
You'll feel better," he advised.

I felt the head enter and he slid in some of his cock. He 
stopped.

"Okay, I'm in, let's take a break for a minute?"

"Shit no, ease it in me. That's it, all the way, that's it. 
Now, back and forth-slowly-still hurts like hell but I like 
it."

"Fuck, this is tighter than any pussy I ever fucked. It 
feels different too-not like a pussy at all. It's kind of 
rubbery and not nearly as soft."

It was different for me too. I had experimented with dildos 
but this felt completely different. I loved the way he 
filled me when he pushed in but it felt like he was sucking 
out my guts every time he pulled out. I couldn't understand 
why it felt so different. After a while I got used to it 
and even enjoyed it. He pumped and pumped and finally he 
came. 

I could feel his cum flood me. It was warm, felt very odd-
like he pored a warm liquid into my abdomen. The sucking 
sensation was gone-it had disappeared. I was sad he was 
shrinking now. I was really beginning to enjoy the whole 
thing. We took a break. I asked Mike if he'd rather wait 
for another day before I fucked him. 

"No way, we agreed we'd both go tonight. I want you to feel 
this end of it too. Just as much as I want to feel what you 
felt."

"So, how was it then?"
 
"We can compare notes after you shoot your load in me. 
Let's get at it, I've waited long enough."

Mike wasn't as ambitious as I was. He opted to lie on his 
stomach for his inaugural fuck. I was reluctant to agree 
for two reasons. First I couldn't see or play with my 
favorite cock. Second, it might have been easier on the 
fuck-ee. But it was a hell of a lot harder for the fuck-er. 
I would need to hover over top, then point my slick, 
slippery cock downward as I worked into him. It was a bit 
of a balancing act with a touch of contortion. I can do it 
easily now, but back then, I really struggled.

As my cock head eased in, Mike was still pretty 
uncomfortable. My cock is a nice thickness but the head is 
pretty big. This is a real advantage for fucking pussies-
not so much for first-time anal. I stopped and tried the 
butt plugs on him again followed by two, then three 
fingers. At last the head popped in and we both rested.

"How does it feel now?" I asked.

"Like I've got a great big turd stuck in it. Move it in a 
bit."

I pushed myself in deeper. 

"FUCK, I like this part. Keep going." He said.

I kept going until my hips were against his ass. "This 
isn't bad, you know. Not what I was expecting but not bad."

He was tight, so tight it almost hurt. I could understand 
now what Mike meant. The feeling was nothing like a pussy. 
It was rougher, more kind of rubbery. We were using the 
right kind of thick lube but it didn't make a difference. 
Don't get me wrong-it was highly enjoyable for me. Just not 
as enjoyable as a nice velvety smooth wet pussy. I began to 
realize that butt fucking would only be a nice once-in-a-
while thing for me. That is unless things improved a bit.
Meanwhile Mike was thoroughly enjoying himself. He had 
loosened up and I was now driving him pretty hard. He 
wasn't experiencing the same suction discomfort that I did. 
I figured it was just the physical differences between us-
size of cock-tightness of ass. Pretty soon I felt my orgasm 
coming on and Mike could feel me stiffen and grow within 
him. 

"That's it, let me have it, Rick. Cum in my ass, buddy."

I came hard. And the extra lube and warmth really felt 
fantastic. I pounded his ass with everything I had. He was 
moaning with each lunge as I smacked into his ass.

"Fuck, this is incredible. I can feel your cum in me. What 
a weird feeling. I love this."

I began to deflate and soon I slipped out of him. He jumped 
out of bed and ran to the washroom. I laughed, but then I 
realized I didn't need to do that when he came in me. I 
figured I just shot a bigger load. After a few minutes he 
came back out. 

"That was good," he said. "I enjoyed that-you?"

I nodded and smiled. "Yah I did, but not as much as you. 
Maybe next time."

"There'll be a next time for sure. I enjoyed that a lot. 
It's too bad it wasn't as good for you. Are you okay with 
fucking my ass now and then?"

"Sure, no problem. I did enjoy it just not as much as 
pussy. That may change though, we'll see."

Mike wanted me to fuck him almost every time after that. It 
was more like every fifth time for me. That sucking feeling 
went away when I used a thinner lube. It was a lot more 
enjoyable after that. But it never became my favorite 
thing. For me it will always be a nice blowjob with lots of 
cum. I still adore the feel of a cock in my mouth and the 
taste of cum. The whole feeling of a guy having a terrific 
orgasm while he's in my mouth is a huge turn-on for me.



Last Words About Mom

On my next stay-over with my Mom I couldn't wait to speak 
to her. I let myself in to her place and hurried up the 
stairs to my room to unpack and disrobe. Naked, I left my 
room and looked for her in her room. She was lying on her 
bed napping. She woke and looked at me as she smiled. 

"Hi honey, I didn't hear you come in. Made yourself 
comfortable I see."

She studied me a little harder.

"What's going on, Rick? I can always tell when you're dying 
to tell me something."

"Well, yes and no. I do have important news about my sex 
life but it's probably not what you want to hear about."

"It's about you and the boys again isn't it? I know I 
usually don't want to hear but this must be important. 

She rose from the bed and pulled her top off.

"Besides," she continued, "I'll admit I'm a bit curious 
about what you do. Go ahead, let's have it."

She pushed down her track pants and slid them off. Now she 
was naked as well.

"Last week I finally lost my anal virginity," I announced. 

"That's it? Why is that such a big deal? I thought you were 
doing that all along. Isn't that kind of a basic with gay 
sex?"

Somewhat deflated, I tried to explain the importance and 
why I'd waited so long. The explanation seemed to make 
sense to her.

"I'm beginning to understand. I guess the fact that your 
dad did me that way all the time just made it less 
significant to me. A lot of the women from my generation 
were used to that. Your dad liked to do it between my tits 
as well. They were the safest methods for sex when we knew 
I was too fertile for regular sex."

"Now I have a whole new image to masturbate to-Dad giving 
you titty fucks and taking you from behind. The second one 
must have hurt, he was really thick."

"You're starting to push the limits of the things I'm 
willing to talk about but, yes, it was pretty uncomfortable 
at first. Your dad did have wonderful equipment. I really 
loved speaking into that microphone."

I was gob smacked. Humor and sex talk from my mom. Would 
wonders never cease? 

"He was thick all right, thicker than you. How did you know 
that?"

"Mom, we used to piss together, remember?"

"Oh yah, right. I didn't think you'd remember that far 
back."

"I do. Dad's erection must have really been something. I 
wish I could have seen it."

"Yes it was. I miss it and him very much."

I was erect now and drooling precum. Mom lay back on the 
bed and shimmied back making room for me. She patted the 
bed and smiled.

"Shall we do what we do while we talk?" She asked.

I beamed and lay down facing her. I stroked my cock and her 
hand slipped down between her legs and began to rub her 
pussy. It sounded squishy-she was already aroused. This was 
our new thing now. Although Mom didn't want it to become a 
regular thing, we did it almost every visit at least once. 
Sometimes much more. For me it was the perfect way of 
sharing. Our conversations new no bounds when we were this 
way. Nothing was off the table. I loved it so much that it 
became a habit with my second wife as well. But that's 
another story.

"Tell me more about how you and dad made love?" I begged.

"No, not now but I will tell you about Magda and I at last. 
Would that be okay?"

"You already know the answer to that, please go on."

"Well, Magda is charming, beautiful and persuasive as you 
know. Many times when I went over for lunch we'd talk about 
all sorts of naughty things. They were usually about how 
her husband loved to have sex with her or about her many 
lovers in the old country. She always got me excited and 
she knew it."

"Eventually she told me about the women as well. After the 
shock wore off I became intrigued. I think she sensed it 
because it soon became all we talked about."

"One time I came over and she was in the nude. She excused 
herself saying she thought I was coming later. She asked if 
I minded her staying that way and I agreed. I was smitten 
by her amazing body as I'm sure you were the first time."

"Oh yah, I can still remember that feeling," I agreed.

"So anyway, we had lunch, her in the nude and me dressed in 
shorts and a top. Pretty soon she asked if I would be more 
comfortable joining her. She added that she would love to 
see my body as well, she had always admired it. I thought 
about it and while every bone in my body screamed NO. I 
stood and stripped for her anyway."

"She stood and came over to me. She placed her hands on my 
breasts and much as I knew it was wrong I couldn't say no. 
My hands magically moved to her tits and I was done. I was 
so hot at that point I was hers for the taking. We went to 
her room and made love in ways I never new existed. We 
played all afternoon and I left just in time for you and 
your sister to come home from school."

"We met off and on for months as she taught me all about 
sex with women. Eventually your father became suspicious 
and we broke off the affair. We stayed friends and later I 
sent you to her. The rest you know of course."

"That's the reason I've never judged you about sex with 
other men. I understand. I just don't care to know all the 
details."

We were both still stroking ourselves-both getting closer 
to an orgasm by the minute. Mom rolled on her back as she 
approached her climax. I broke our rule. I leaned over and 
sucked on her tit. Her nipple was delicious and salty. Her 
eyes closed and she came more violently than usual. I let 
go quickly.

"Don't do that again, I mean it. I'm trusting you not to do 
things like that."

"I'm sorry, I'll behave. You really can trust me."

"You didn't cum," she said. "Why?"

"I got distracted, I'm fine, maybe we can have a repeat 
later?"

"Maybe, we'll see."

"Mom, can I ask a favor?"

"Of course you can, as long as you're within the rules that 
is."

"I think so. I want to see your pussy up close, smell you 
too. You once said you'd show me anything, any way I 
wanted."

"Yes I did but can you control yourself? It won't go well 
if you don't, I promise."

"Yes I promise."

"Very well, how do you want me?"

"On the edge of the bed would be good."

She shimmied down to the end until her ass was on the edge 
as she lay back on the bed. Her legs were bent and her toes 
touched the floor. I knelt down and with a hand on each 
knee, parted her legs. There it was. I moved in to within 
an inch making sure my head never touched her. Her lips 
were open like a flower. I purposely breathed directly on 
them.

"It's hard to believe I came out of here," I said. "It's 
beautiful Mom."

My hot breath made her squirm.

"Just how close are you down there?"

"As close as I can get," I answered.

Her smell was strong and pungent. She was dripping now. Her 
clit was tiny but swollen. It peeked out from under its 
little hood-a beautiful tiny white pearl in a sea of hot 
moist pink. It took all my will power not to taste her.

"You'd better stop soon, you're driving me crazy now. Time 
to get out of there."

I backed away. Down deep I'd hoped that she would have lost 
control and let me eat her but I was wrong. As always her 
will power was stronger than mine. I stood and helped her 
up. She hugged me and then took hold of my cock head with 
her fingertips. She shook it side to side and spoke to it.

"One day you're going to get us all in trouble." She 
giggled. Then she surprised me.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and for a second it 
looked like she was going to give me a hand-job. But she 
relaxed her hand and reluctantly withdrew it. Even in 
pulling it away though, it was as though her fingers were 
reluctant to leave and hung on until the last moment.

"We're really playing with fire here," she said. "Please, 
Rick, help me slow things down. Believe me, when you 
finally get what you want, it won't be what you hoped for."

"I'll try, Mom. I'll try. Promise." 
 
Visits to my Mom's became less frequent as the demands of 
my job grew more and more. Nudity also became less frequent 
as she grew older. Just the same, there were still a few 
years where we continued sharing and enjoying each other. I 
knew it all could change if she only found the right man. I 
knew she dated now and again, she told me. They were all 
duds though. I guessed she was looking for something a 
little different now. 

On one visit I arrived at her place and there was no 
answer. I let myself in and dropped my bags. Mom came 
quickly down the stairs in the nude. I was pleased to see 
her but it was obvious the feeling wasn't exactly mutual.

"Rick, what are you doing in town? You never told me you 
were coming today."

"You're right, I'm sorry Mom, I meant to call first. Is 
this a bad time? Oh God, tell me I haven't interrupted 
something."

She just tilted her head and smiled through a blank 
expression. The message was clear, 'yah dummy'.

"Oh shit, I'll grab a room at the hotel. Call me later if 
you can. I'm sorry." I picked my bag back up and left. 

All the way to the hotel and in my room I was filled with 
mixed emotions. My relationship with Mom was wonderful but 
I new she needed more. Part of me was happy she found 
someone she could be intimate with. Another part was the 
jealous son. That part I would move heaven and earth to 
suppress. Later that evening she called.

"Rick, I hope you're not too upset with me?"

"Mom, we discussed this. I'm happy for you. This is what 
you've needed all along. I understand. Do I know him? It is 
a him, right?"

She laughed. "Yes, it is a him. Brace yourself, it's your 
uncle Jim."

Uncle Jim was my dad's youngest brother. He had to be eight 
years younger than my mom. He never married and we all 
thought he was gay. Turns out he wasn't. He was just very 
private about his affairs, mostly with married women.

"I don't believe it. How did this all come about?"

"A few months back he began dropping by to see how I was 
doing."

"That's funny, you never told me."

"I'm sorry, did I forget to file a report?"

"Alright, alright, go on."

"Well, his visits became more frequent and I soon realized 
how much he and your dad were alike. He began to grow on me 
and soon his little goodbye kisses became the longer, I'm 
staying kisses. I was so good to have a man inside me 
again. Oh, Rick, I'm so sorry that just came out, That must 
have been painful, I know."

"I'm glad you didn't see me flinch but the shock's past 
now. Go ahead, tell me more. As much as you're comfortable 
with."

"Oddly enough, I want to tell you everything. This isn't 
about your dad and you've become my confidant now. I just 
don't think it will be appropriate if we talk about this in 
our special way any more. Do you understand?"

"Of course I do. One last request though. How about meeting 
me at my hotel for drinks. We can talk here. Maybe I can 
convince you to do one last heart to heart with me before 
we call it a day."  

"I'll dress and be there shortly."

Soon after there was a knock on my door and there stood my 
mom. She strolled in and looked around.

"This is the first time I've ever met you at your hotel. 
Your company treats you well, this is a gorgeous room."

"Thanks, but this was a combination of late arrival and a 
very high loyalty ranking. There were no superior rooms 
left so they bumped me to a full suite."

"We should have done this before, I feel very wicked in 
this setting. At home everything there reminds me of who we 
are, what we've been. It's different here."

"In that case, have a seat and I'll pour us some drinks. 
Scotch, neat?"

"Yes, please."

We sat and sipped our drinks.

"You know, I could really get used to a lifestyle like 
this," she said as she looked around. "Your father never 
got perks like this from his work. You know, he was so very 
proud of your success." 

"I know he was and I was always proud of him too. So, Did 
you give any thought to what I said on the phone?"

"I'm here aren't I?" 

She downed the drink in one swallow and set the glass 
aside. She stood and began to disrobe. It was different 
this time. She was acting almost slutty. I'd never seen 
this side of her before. She unbuttoned her top slowly as 
she stared right into my eyes. Her smile was sly and 
coquettish. She was definitely enjoying this.

She tossed her blouse on the couch and came over to me. She 
undid her bra and then slowly lowered the cups to tease me. 
I started to sweat. Did she realize what she was doing?

She turned and undid the zipper of her skirt and slid it 
down and off. She stayed bent over and she pealed off her 
panties showing me a view I hadn't seen until now. I was 
always afraid to ask her to do it.

Off came the panties as well and she stayed in that 
position as a finger came through and rubbed her pussy. 

"Oh God I'm so horny. Get undressed, Rick. Let's do our 
thing on the bed please. I want to tell you my sexy story 
now."

I undressed and we both climbed on the bed facing each 
other. I only fondled myself, I was too far-gone. I would 
have cum in a second. Mom rubbed herself vigorously and her 
tits jiggled as she did. She came, it was obvious but she 
continued on.

"You're uncle Jim has a nice big cock like your dad's," she 
began. "The first time we were together he went slow. He 
had no idea what we'd been up to. No idea how ready I was. 
I stripped for him like I just did for you. He went crazy. 
He threw me on the bed and buried his face in my pussy. I 
screamed. It had been so long. Those times when you almost 
did it to me I could have screamed as well. Screamed at you 
to go ahead, not listen to me. Do what you wanted to do. 
But I didn't"

"This time it was Jim and I knew your dad would be looking 
down at us and smiling. I think he loved Jim more than all 
of them. Jim made me cum twice and then I pulled him up 
beside me and I sucked his beautiful cock."

She paused for a second. I was having trouble containing 
myself. Mom never talked to me like this before. For some 
reason sex with uncle Jim had set something off. Or maybe 
it was being in my hotel room or maybe all the above. I 
couldn't believe what I was hearing but I loved it. I 
didn't dare interrupt. This was probably the last encounter 
we'd have this way. 

"I'm really good at sucking cocks, you know Rick?"

Her words snapped me back to the present.

"I bet you are. I can't imagine it any differently. That's 
the way I've always pictured you while I masturbated."

"Well I am, and Jim loved it. I sucked him until he was 
almost there and then I calmed him down. He may be younger 
than me but I was pretty sure he couldn't do multiples in 
one night any more. I wanted him to cum inside me so I made 
sure he calmed right down."

"After that he began sucking on my tits and fingering me to 
another orgasm. I lost count of how many I'd had by then, 
it was unbelievable, I never thought I could have so many 
again. He lay on top of me and guided himself into me. Oh 
the fullness, the deep, deep penetration. I felt every inch 
of him from the entrance right up to when he hit my cervix. 
It felt like one long orgasm. He came rather quickly-I was 
surprised. Just the same he filled me with his warm cum and 
I was grateful. I felt like a woman once more-fulfilled and 
satisfied.

I couldn't hold off any longer and I came. I spewed my cum 
all over the bed covers. Mom looked over.

"My, my, that's a lot. You were holding back for a while."

"Yes, I wanted to here the end of you story before I came."

She reached over and pulled at my softening cock and spoke 
down at it. 

"There there. I'll bet you'll go farther once you wake up 
again, won't you." She looked into my eyes. "Want to see my 
pussy close up again?"

I didn't need more than that. I crawled over as she rolled 
on her back. She bent her legs and spread them wide as I 
slithered up between them. I didn't know why I was suddenly 
being given the keys to the kingdom nor did I care. I was 
finally going to eat her sweet pussy and that was all that 
mattered.

I kissed all over her inner thighs before burying my face 
in her wet pussy. I licked and sucked at her tasty lips, 
scooped her juices up with my tongue and sucked at her clit 
until she came once more. I probed her with my fingers. 
Felt everywhere inside her. Massaged the walls of he soft 
velvety vagina before attacking her g-spot and clit once 
more. She had a shattering orgasm this time and I thanked 
Magda under my breath for her teachings.

I slid up her body and she pushed me aside onto my back. 
She massaged my cock and balls as her mouth expertly sucked 
on the head as she scraped her teeth on it. My back arched. 
I was going to come again.

"Can you have three?" she asked.

"I have," I answered. "With you, for sure."

She chuckled and attacked my cock once more and I came in 
her mouth.

"Mmm, nice. Want a taste?" She murmered.

"Yes, bring it here."

She lay on top of me and we kissed-our first ever lover's 
kiss. Our tongues twisted and tangled. My cum mixing with 
our saliva. She moaned constantly now. We kissed and 
kissed. I groped at her tits, pulled at her nipples. She 
tugged at my flaccid cock that grew once more to manhood.

She stopped and grabbed my hair with both hands, looked 
straight into my eyes. 

"Last course," she said and she rolled off me onto her 
back. "Missionary style please, it's my favorite. I want to 
remember this always." 

I climbed onto her and she opened wide for me. I placed my 
cock at her entrance and slowly slid it in. It took a few 
thrusts to get myself lubed enough to begin. I began a slow 
methodic stroke taking my full length in and out of her 
each time like she had described Jim doing. Slowly in and 
out we connected as we kissed over and over. Her tits 
rolled against my chest under me. I could feel her hard 
nipples. Her hair was soaked with sweat and she had a 
crazed look in her eyes.

Could this be my mother? This sexual machine under me-this 
wanton shameless woman overcome with lust? I didn't care, 
this was the best sex of my life. I kissed her again, down 
around her neck, she raised her chin like a cat, eyes 
closed. On and on we made love. I have no concept of how 
long. Finally I felt my balls begin to tingle. My tired 
cock stiffened once more to crow it's last time.

"Cum in me, Rick. Fill me, it's time," she groaned.

I came and shot my last load into her soft tender pussy and 
collapsed. Mom's hands caressed my back, scraping it with 
her nails.

"There, there, baby. There, there." She comforted me.

I began to cry, then sob.

Oh baby, I know. It's not how you always dreamed. Love is 
different for everyone. I loved how we did it though, 
you're and amazing lover. I'm so glad I let you."

I calmed down. "I'm not disappointed, that was the most 
perfect thing I've ever experienced. I'm just sad because 
it's the last time I'll ever feel it.

"Rick, I've had sex like this before. You're right, it's 
rare but you'll have it again, believe me. Let's just be 
thankful that it was so terrific for us. I could have 
easily gone the other way. I love you sweetie, It always 
will. Right now this minute, you're the center of my 
universe. My body aches from our lovemaking. My pussy id 
sore and my tits hurt. You can't do better than that. Let's 
go wash up."

We took a long shower enjoying our last moments as lovers. 
After, I drove her home and we never again had any kind of 
sex together. She remarried with my uncle Jim and they 
lived happily together until she passed. God I miss her.




Final Notes

Years later I would marry a very special woman. One who so 
loved exhibitionism and oral sex, she all but made me 
forget about my bisexual side. I still saw Mike on business 
trips but he too had found another mate. Our meetings 
became less and less frequent.

My wife and I met another couple who eventually became our 
lovers. We fell head over heals in love with both of them 
and sex now had no limitations. Most of this is covered in 
one of my memoirs. Be warned, it's not my best story, it 
has always been my intention to return to it and give it a 
proper rewrite. 

It was in that relationship that I finally learned how to 
love another man. Everything changed for all of us. The 
eight years we had together were astonishing. My mom was 
right, I did experience that kind of lovemaking again more 
often than I had a right to, I believe.

That brings me to today. I'm married once more and my wife 
is the best thing to happen to me in my later years. We're 
best friends and so much more. I'm old now. Writing and 
remembering is how I now get my jollies. I have no 
complaints, how could I.

I began this little journey of mine to explore my 
bisexuality and some of the more important sexual 
experiences of my life. I hope it's given you more insights 
than it's given me. Just the same, I thoroughly enjoyed 
putting the whole story together. It's been a labor of love 
and my right hand could use the break. Maybe I'll use the 
left, they say it feels like someone else. All the best to 
you.  ...Allnitediner

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