Chapter 1956: MOM SOLVES MY PROBLEM
Usually when I have a problem, I go to my Mom. I mean my Dad is fine and all, but he is so busy with his new law practice he hardly ever hears me when I talk to him. So anyway, my two buddies are in deep shit at school for spraying graffiti on the wall of Lower Wellington High School where I am a senior and hoping to finally graduate this year.
I mean eighteen is old enough to get out of high school, right? But since I am such an asshole buddy of my two loser friends, Justin and David, I'm scared shitless that their big prank is going to bounce back on me. So I am sitting at the kitchen table just staring at my Psychology book and making no progress when my Mom comes in.
Mom sells high end real estate and is pretty good at it. She is tall, built like a brick shithouse with this great smile, long brown hair and blue eyes. My buddies are always talking about how hot my Mom looks even after I tell them to lay off.
Mom drops a couple of packages in the sink and looks at me. "Jerome? Problem, honey?"
"Well, kinda. It's this thing with Justin and David? I can't rat them out, can I? I mean, Dad says since I know I have to, but Mom..." Shit! I'm beginning to tear up. I stand up and go to the sink and grab a Kleenex and wipe my nose.
Mom comes over and puts her arms around me, I feel her warm breasts against my chest. Oh shit! I'm starting to get a hard on. I mean a real one. Mom looks down in my eyes. "Jerome? What is that I feel?"
"Umm...nothing Mom."
Her eyes are fixed on mine. She is holding me at arms length. "Nothing?" With that she reaches down and grabs my crotch. I move back but she won't let go. "Young man, I do not consider that 'nothing'".
"Well, gee Mom.."
She finally lets go but then she starts to rub my crotch right through my jeans. "Sorry Jerome, I didn't mean to upset you. I was trying to calm you down. But obviously this is having the opposite effect." Her voice has gotten soft and smoky. "What made that happen? Was it these?"
And with that she unbuttons her blouse. I am staring at my Mom's boobs in a push up bra. Wow!
"Was it, Jerome?"
"Well..."
"Come on then, feel them." She takes my hand and puts it on her right breast, right at the nipple. I am holding my hand very still. "Oh come on Jerome. You've felt a girl's breast before."
"Uh no Mom -- I haven't."
"What? Eighteen and no boob action? Jerome!"
"Sorry Mom, but the dates I've had - well, they didn't..." I stop, realizing my hand is still on my Mom's boob.
"They didn't what?"
"Well, they don't fool around, at least not with me."
She takes my hand off her boob and licks my palm. "Well young man, there are some things you are obviously not learning at school." With that, she takes my hand and signals me to be quiet. She leads me up stairs and into my bedroom.
She pushes me down on my bed and reaches behind herself and undoes her bra. Her boobs come loose. They are big, but not too big. I mean some of the porno sites I whack off to have these girls with HUGE boobs. But my Mom's are smaller than those, but big enough. Her nipples are kind of pointed and are sticking right at me. She holds both of them in her hands.
"Now Jerome, do you know how kiss these?"
She kneels down in front of me and shoves her breasts right in my face. I don't know what to do. She takes her right breast with one hand and puts the other hand behind my head. She pushes my head down to her nipple and I start to lick it. She begins to moan. I lick some more and then I start sucking her nipple. My Mom for God sake!
She is moaning now and her head is thrown back. Suddenly she pulls away from me. She has this odd smile on her face. She pushes me back on the bed and grabs my belt. She undoes it and pulls it out of my jeans. "Now son," she says, still soft and smoky, "let's see what you have in there. I haven't looked at it since you were about seven years old." With that she unzips my fly and pulls my jeans down around my knees. "Oh my, Jerome, how you've grown."
With that she pulls my jockeys down and I look down and see my hard on spring up bigger than I have ever seen it, even when I whack off. "My, my, look at that. Well, we can't have you walking around with that now, can we?"
And she takes my cock in her hand and puts it between her breasts and holds her breasts and my God she is tittie fucking me just like I see on the porno sites. I am sweating and I'm like propped up on my elbows and I don't know what to say. "Do you like this, son?" She says and keeps pushing her boobs against my chest.
"O God, Mom!" Is all I can say.
"Well, your Dad might finally get through with his fucking work any minute so we better finish this off, right?"
My Mom? Oh God.
She backs off and takes my cock in her hand again and leans forward and oh my God, she is sucking me off!! Her lips are like velvet but her mouth is warm and she is pulling at my cock with her lips and her tongue is wheeling itself around the top of my cock and I think my head is going to explode.
She stops for a second looks at me and smiles and then she takes me back in her mouth and goes all the way down on me. I mean my cock has like disappeared in her throat! Then I feel it cumming. "Mom," I whisper . She stops, takes my cock out of her mouth and looks at me.
"Yes, Jerome?"
"I'm, oh my God, I'm cumming!"
"Well," she says, almost business like. "I would hope so!" And with that she is back on it and sucking me until I think it's going to come off. I feel the pull back in my nuts and then it starts up my cock and she looks up at me without taking her lips off my cock and she winks and then...I CUM!!
I mean jiz is shooting out of me like never before and my Mom is sucking it up and swallowing and licking and my cock is getting more and more sensitive and I think I'm going to pass out. And then she takes it out of her mouth, strokes it a few times and sits back on her heels.
"There Jerome. Did we take care of that problem?"
"Uh wow. I mean yes Mom. I mean, wow."
She stands up, puts her boobs back in her bra, buttons her blouse, looks in my mirror, primps her hair, and winks at me. "Well Jerome, I guess you know who to go to with any problem like that, right?" She winks again and walks out.
I hear my Dad call from down stairs, "Lydia?"
And she answers "Coming, dear. Jerome had a problem that I helped him solve, that's all."
I lay back own on the bed and take my wilted cock in my hand, I think my Mom and I have a whole new understanding.I am just laying there , my soft cock in my hand trying to get my head around the fact that my Mother just gave me a Blow Job! The first one I ever had in my entire life. Oh, my God!
I don't leave my room after that until finally, my little sister Dody who is twelve calls up to me."Jerome? Dinner Dude!"
How the hell can I face my mother? What will I do when my Dad looks at me? But, I go downstairs and sit down at my place at the table and just stare at the soup in front of me. I am afraid to lift my eyes to look at anyone.
"What's eating you, dork?" Dody never misses at thing. If I gave any thought to what she said I might laugh, but in my mind it's clanging "your mother was eating me!"
Mom comes in from the kitchen and puts her hand on the back of my head. I get an instant hard on.
"Now, you leave your big brother alone. He's got stuff on his mind." With that she sits down at the end of the table.
Dad comes in, rushing from his Home Office. "Hey guys! What's new?"
Man, he should only know! Dody jumps in. "Well, you know our school is done for the year! I told you that Nancy was getting these cool new clothes because they are going to Canada for the summer? Well anyway..."
So thank God, she takes up the slack for about ten minutes. Dad is at one end of the table, Mom at the other. She smiles at me, but regular. I mean like she does every night!
When Dody finally stops, my Dad looks at me. "So Jerome, have your friends confessed to the graffiti on the front of the school?"
"God, no Dad! I mean we are graduating in one week. That would screw them for sure!"
Dad gives me that black look of his. His eyebrows go together and his mouth becomes a tight line. "I know Jerome, but that is pure vandalism and you know who did it, right? And son, I do not appreciate that language -- you have better words."
Dad is such a lawyer. "Dad," I am trying to be reasonable. "We have one week to go. The graffiti is gone. If I rat them out, they do not graduate and for all I know, I might not either." Shit! I'm beginning to tear up again.
Mom puts her hand on mine on the table and my cock jumps. "William, I think that Jerome knows right from wrong." I do? Oh yeah, right! "And maybe if you gave the boys a talking to they would understand. You know them both. They are not bad boys. You wouldn't want to stop them from graduating, would you?"
Dad always melts when Mom talks to him. Now I think I understand why. "Well, all right Lydia, but I would think their own parents would handle them."
"Well," Mom says and smiles at me, "apparently not. You know that David's father and mother are going through a divorce and poor Justin? His mother is married for the third time, right Jerome?" With that she squeezes my hand. I don't know the connection between my hand and my cock except when I'm holding it, but it jumps again.
"Ummm, well, yeah. Kinda. I mean they both have, well, problems at home."
"So," Mom says, "why don't you have them come over tomorrow afternoon and William, you can talk to them."
Dad shakes his head. "Well Lydia, I don't want to ruin their high school career and if you think that will work..."
"Settled then. Jerome you have them come by about four tomorrow. Tell them to stay for dinner."
Dody has been paying little attention to this, but her head pops up. "Wow! I got sleep over at Nancy's tomorrow I'll miss the dork convention!"
"Funny, Dody," I say. And the rest of the evening is so freaking normal I could hurl.
*****
The next day I tell the guys about my Dad and how Mom smoothed things over and would they come over after school. I mean we all have such Senioritis it is sad.
"Wow!" Justin says. "Your Mom is so cool!" Justin is skinny as a rail. His mother matter of fact, is not married for the third time, some guy is just living there and it is not a pleasant situation.
"Yeah," I say. Cool."
David grins. He is stocky and a wise guy. But, he's my bud, so what can I do? "Okay man! Shit! I was afraid your Dad would rat us out. How'd he figure it was us?"
"Duh! I say. "You guys show up at my house all splattered with blue paint? C'mon!"
So after school we all hop on our bikes and ride the fifteen minutes to my house. We go inside through the back door and Mom is in the kitchen. She's wearing a pair of shorts and a bikini top that shows off her boobs really well.
She is at the sink. She turns around when she sees us and gives us that big smile. She is so hot! "Hey guys! I'm glad you could make it. But problem. Dad is hung up at the office. So, you'll just have to hang out here for a while until dinner. Okay?"
They both nod like a couple of bobble head dolls. David can't get his eyes off my Mom's boobs. I mean I can understand why but man, it's my freaking Mom! Mom sees where David's eyes are going and damn! She throws her shoulders back and they stick out even more. I'm thinking of having my face in them and sucking on her nipple and I'm getting a hard on again. And I'm wearing shorts so I can't hide it like I do in my jeans.
"Sit down boys, I want to talk to you before Jerome's Dad gets home, all right?"
They both do a "yes ma'm," but David is still lasered in on my Mom's tits. We sit at the table in the breakfast nook and Mom goes to the refrigerator and hands out cokes all around. She sits down next to David and looks right at him. He finally raises his eyes to hers.
"Now boys, Jerome's Dad is going to talk to you about this mess with the graffiti, but I want to talk about something else."
They are both now looking at my Mom's boobs, because she has leaned forward on the table with her arms on the table and that scrunches up her boobs and they look they are going to pop out of the top.
"Mom," I say, kind of nervous, "what do you want to talk to the boys about?"
She smiles and winks at me. "Now, David."
"Yes Mrs. Woodley."
"Jerome told me yesterday that he has never really made out with a girl all through high school, is that possible?"
"Mom!"
She reaches over and covers my hand on the Coke can. "Now Jerome relax. We're all friends here, right?"
David smiles at me. One of his wicked smiles. "Well, yeah, I guess."
She looks at David again, her blue eyes getting really wide. "And you David, have you well, been with a girl yet?"
"What do you mean 'been with?'"
"Oh David!" She reaches across the table and I swear her boobs are going to pop out. She takes both his hands and pulls them towards her chest. "I mean sexually, of course!"
David turns five shades of red. "Well, gee, Mrs. Woodley, I mean, hell..."
Justin is watching this whole thing and I think his eyes are going to come out of his head. "David, you got to second base with Leslie Miller and you swear you'll nail her at prom next week. But that's it, right?"
David looks away from my Mom and I can tell it is not easy. "Ass hole! Who asked you?"
Mom drops David's hands and stands up. "Now guys, please don't argue. Justin, how about you?"
Justin is beet red. "Well, hell, Mrs. Woodley. Yeah, once. Last summer I was in the woods with Pat Gentry who is a big whore and we did it."
My jaw is dropping. I don't freaking believe this whole conversation.
My Mom puts her hand on Justin's face. He gets even redder. "And how was it?"
"Well, gee Mrs. Woodley, I mean, I don't know."
"You don't know? Justin! How did it feel? Did you know what to do?"
Justin has half turned in his chair which brings his head about even with my Mom's boobs. He's like mesmerized. "Well, I, umm -- it felt really nice when my, well when I slid inside her and she was the one that really knew what to do."
"Did you wear protection?" Mom still has her hand on Justin's face.
"God no, Mrs. Woodley! I really didn't think it was going to happen. I mean a bunch of us were there at the Gentry's pool and she wanted to take a walk and, well, it happened."
I'm sitting like I'm in a goddam movie theater. I'm watching it all, but I cannot believe it is happening. What the hell is my Mom doing?
Mom goes to the sink and leans back against it. "Boys, I want to tell you that we live in a different world now. Sex is a wonderful thing and you are all at just the right age to learn how to be good lovers. But, you have got to be careful. Come upstairs with me, I want to teach you some things."
Oh my God! What the hell is this? I get up as do the other guys. We are all wearing shorts. David has his shirt out so it's over his shorts, but I can see Justin's hard on and of course, my own. What the hell is going on?
Mom leads the way upstairs. Her ass is swinging right in front of my face as I lead the troop up and into the master bedroom. The master bedroom at the Woodley house is big. It's got this big four poster bed with double king sized mattresses. It takes up a good third of the room. There is like a big lounge across from the bed that two people could lie down on. There is a flat panel TV on the wall across from both the bed and the lounge.
The guys are standing by the door, just gawking. I follow my Mom to the bed. She is standing on Dad's side. "Now boys," she says and reaches into the drawer of the bed table on Dad's side. "You have seen these, I know."
She is holding a box of Trojans. Oh my God, Dad wears rubbers to fuck my Mom? Like she can read my mind, she smiles at me. "Now Mr. Woodley and I don't use these much any more. First, I'm on the pill and second, well, I am a little old for having babies."
David speaks up, his voice a little squeaky. "Oh no, Mrs. Woodley! I mean I think you are really hot!"
She smiles her dazzling smile at him. "Why thank you David. Would you like to be the first to learn how to properly put a rubber on?"
Now, you would think the dork would say something like "I already know that!" But no, not David. He gets that weird nasty grin on his face.
"Wow, Mrs. Woodley -- how will I do that?"
"Well, come closer David." He moves from the door up to the bed. "Now," she says, very quietly, "Lie down, okay?"
I'm standing there with my mouth open. Justin has come up to the bed and is standing beside me. I look at him. His eyes are so big again I almost laugh. He is staring ad David who is now on his back on the bed.
Mom says, still talking quietly, "Now David, take off your shorts."
David has lost the smile. He lifts his butt up and quickly unbuckles his belt and slides his shorts down to his ankles. Yeah, he has a monster hard on. Mom looks over at us, smiles and turns back to David.
David wears boxers. I forgot that I knew that from Gym. She reaches down and inside his freaking shorts and pulls his dick out! He looks shocked and begins to lose his hard on. Mom shakes her head. "Now David, don't be nervous. Boys!" She turns to us. "Are you watching?"
"Mom!" Is all I can say.
Mom takes David's dick in her hand and begins to stroke it. It's decent, but hey! Mine is bigger! I t gets hard again really quick. David is propped up on his elbows, kind of like I was yesterday.
Mom reaches in the box and takes out a rubber. She puts two fingers inside and spreads it, takes David's dick in her hand once again and expertly slides the rubber over his hard dick.
"Now, did we all get that?" She says, like she just showed us how to put in a light bulb or something.
I nod and so does Justin. She looks at Justin. "Justin? You're next. Up on the bed next to David."
David is still lying there, his dick is still hard. His left hand is kind of wrapped around it. Justin crawls up next to David but his eyes never stop looking at my Mom.
"Shorts off, Justin!" She says. He reaches down and in one move off come his shorts and his jockeys.
Justin's dick, which to tell the truth, I never paid much attention to, is huge. Mom notices. "Oh my, Justin, I bet that Gentry girl had a wonderful time in the woods!" She takes it in her hand, leans down and kisses the tip! I think I'm going to shit my pants. Then she pops another rubber out of the box and slides it down the length of Justin's dick.
By now David's dick has softened a little and so has Justin's. Me? Standing there, the only guy with his pants on, my cock is rock hard.
"Boys!" Mom says, like a school teacher. "I do believe you are losing concentration! I think this will help." And with that she takes off her bikini top and her boobs swing free. Both the guys suck in their breath and sure enough, both dicks are at attention again.
She stands proudly at the foot of the bed. "Justin, David, I think this is what we would call senior sex education. I know you both have issues at home, so we'll just have to bring you along here, is that all right?"
They both are fixated on her boobs, for which I can't really blame them. Her nipples are hard and she is standing with her legs apart, her hands folded in front of her.
"Now," she says in the same voice. "I know that you both masturbate, isn't that right?"
They both nod. "Well, then", she continues, "Jerome and I are going to give you something to masturbate about. You may do it and see how it feels to come in a rubber, okay?"
Oh shit! What is coming next? How can I ever face these guys again? Mom comes around the bed and takes my hand. She leads me over to the lounge and pushes me down on it on my back.
"Jerome," she says, still in schoolteacher mode, "Take your clothes off."
"Mom!"
"Jerome?" With this she whips off her shorts. She's wearing nothing underneath. Her pussy is shaved, for God sake! And I see those pussy lips, slightly wet right in front of me. Now understand, I have never seen a pussy in person. Just on my computer. I can't take my eyes off it.
I take my clothes off in a nanosecond. Like I forgot my two friends lying next to each other with rubbers on their hard ons. Mom pushes me back on the lounge and puts a rubber on my dick which is the hardest I ever remember it.
"Now Justin, David, watch and masturbate." She is facing them. She does not turn around to face me. She just backs up to the lounge and puts first one knee and then the other on the lounge. Her ass is almost in my face. It is a great ass. Firm and white.
She peeks down between her legs at me. "Ready, Jerome?" I have no idea what the hell she is talking about. She reaches down and takes my dick in her hand. Then she settles down on it. I feel it slip inside her pussy. She lets out a little hiss between her teeth. "Jerome," she says breathlessly," hold my hips." I reach up and grab her hips above her ass. I can see her long hair back down over her shoulders. I look down and see her slowly lifting and then dropping back on my cock. I never, never felt anything like this in my life. It is soft and warm and every time she lifts up and comes down a spark shoots from my cock to my head.
She sits straight up and puts her hands in her hair. She twists her head from side to side. "Faster, Jerome, Darling, faster!" She is breathing raggedly, moaning as I speed up my lifts and thrust my cock deeper into her. I feel myself cumming. I can't help it. "Cum with me Jerome, now!" And we both climax, her moaning and then screaming and me just thrusting up and down, filling the rubber with my cum. She stops, settles down on my cock, pulls herself off and turns to me.
Her face is flushed, she is smiling. I look over at the bed. Both guys have their hands around their cocks. They are staring at us. Mom sits down next to me, her hand on my belly. "Boys," she says and her voice is totally different. "Did that help?"
David sits up on his elbows. "God Mrs. Woodley! I never expected...I mean, wow, you and Jerome!" Justin is just laying there stroking his dick, which is getting softer.
Mom has put her shorts and top back on. "Well, that was a pretty good start for all of you, I think. Are we all going to be around for the summer?"
The boys nod. "Well then we must get together and see just how much we can all learn before fall. Don't you think that's a grand idea?" They nod again. "Now, go on into Jerome's bathroom and get cleaned up. Mr. Woodley will be home soon and we must talk about that awful graffiti."
With that, she goes into her bathroom and I hear the door click. I get up, grab my clothes and lead them into my bathroom. We don't say word one until we go downstairs.My two buddies, David and Justin are in my room sitting on my bed. I'm in the one chair in the corner, sitting on a pile of my clothes because I don't ever clean the chair before Saturday when I do my very own laundry. Everyone is very quiet. Finally David speaks up.
"Holy shit! I do not fucking believe what just happened!"
Justin shakes his head. "She actually kissed the top of my dick before she slipped that rubber on me!!"
Of course they are talking about my mother. Fifteen minutes ago we were all naked in the master bedroom where my Mom not only demonstrated to all of us how to put a condom on, but then screwed me! I mean my hot, beautiful Mom climbed on top of me and fucked me in front of my friends! I cannot believe the whole thing myself. My very first actual fuck and it was my own Mom!
David gets that wicked grin on his face again. "Okay, Jerome, how was it?"
"How was what?"
"Dick weed! Fucking your hot fucking mother! How did it feel?"
"Man, I don't want to talk about that!"
Justin smiles. "Man when she kissed the top of my dick I thought I would shoot my whole load right then! Jerome -- how long have you and your Mom, well, you know..."
"Justin! This was the very, very first time -- ever! Well, actually yesterday afternoon..."
David leans forward on the bed. "Yesterday afternoon what?"
I can feel my ears getting really red. "Well, I was worried about my Dad making me go to Principal Hackney's office about the graffiti when my Mom walked in."
David has really got that grin on. "So?"
"Well she took me in her arms and I felt her boobs on my chest and well, I got this great hard on and she felt it and she took me upstairs and showed me her boobs."
"That's all?"
"Well, no."
Justin is now up beside David and they are both leaning in to me. "What then, Jerome?"
I close my eyes. I can't look at these guys. "Then she sucked me off."
David lets out a little breath and says really quietly "You gotta be kidding me!"
I open my eyes and shake my head. "No man. I don't know what this is all about. Then you guys come over today and then, well what do we do guys?"
"Do!" David says. "We don't do a fucking thing! I just gotta figure how to face your Mom at dinner."
"Yeah," says Justin. "Me too."
With that I hear Dad call from downstairs. "Boys! Dinner!"
We get through dinner with a lot of polite conversation. My Mom is so freaking charming I could hurl. The guys cannot look her in the eye. My Dad probably figures its because the purpose of this dinner was supposed to be about the graffiti on the school wall.
Finally dinner is over and my Mom says "you boys stay right here. I'll clear. William, the boys are here specifically for a resolution on the graffiti thing. So, it is all yours."
She brushes right up against me picking up my plate and her boob goes across my neck. Even with all the tension in the room, I get a hard on. My Dad looks at the three of us.
"Boys," he says. It's in a conversational voice, but I've been to court to watch my Dad in action and I can tell you man, that is a trap. "You know that I know you two were responsible for the graffiti on the school wall at Lower Wellington, right?"
They nod. I'm like a freaking spectator, which by the way, is just fine with me. "Well, if we go to the school authorities about this, you probably will not graduate, is that right?"
Justin says, very quietly "for sure, Mr. Woodley." David nods in agreement.
Dad leans both elbows on the table. He's wearing his dress shirt from work, with the tie off. "I don't want to do that. Look, I was a kid myself not that many years ago. I did some stupid stuff myself. But, we cannot let this go without some consequences."
Just then, Mom comes back in the room. She was wearing a slip on dress for dinner, but now she's changed to a tight tee shirt and a pair of shorts. The guys swivel their heads in her direction. Near as I can tell, she is not wearing a bra! "William," she says sweetly. "I couldn't help but overhear. I've got an idea what the boys can do."
Oh boy Mom -- I just bet you do.
Dad looks up at her. "Well, Lydia, go ahead."
She sits down at her end of the table and props her arms on the tablecloth. Her boobs of course, stick out even more. "Well, my book club. There are six of us. We all have rather large lawns. Suppose the boys cut the lawns this summer. I'll arrange for them to be paid. Then the payments can go back to the school, anonymously of course, to cover the re-painting of the wall. That way, they work, the school is reimbursed and nobody is hurt."
She looks up and smiles brightly. My Dad leans back and puts both hands behind his head. "Lydia! That's genius! How do you know the girls will go for it?"
She tosses her long hair. "Oh dear, you just leave that to me."
Dad shrugs his shoulders. "Boys? Acceptable? Oh -- Jerome, you are part of this you know."
"Yeah Dad, I figured."
The guys look at each other and nod. David speaks up. "Wow, Mrs. Woodley, I mean thanks. Sure, of course, right Justin?"
Neither of them look at my Mom. They keep looking at my Dad.
Mom stands up. "Good! We can start with Betsy Wilson. I'll call her and tell her it's a charity thing."
She goes in the living room, Dad stands up comes around and shakes hands with Justin and David. "Guys," he says, "no more stupid stuff, okay?"
Dad, you should only know!
They both nod and Dad goes off to his home office as Mom comes back in the dining room.
"All set boys, you start at the Wilson's house on Tuesday, day after graduation. We have enough mowing equipment here. Even a little trailer, right Jerome?"
"Yeah Mom, right" How can she be so freaking calm around us?
"Good! We have a trailer hitch on my SUV and I'll take you to the Wilsons. Then we will see who else might be interested in your talents." With that she winks and spins into the kitchen.
We look at each other and we are all turning red. The guys high five me and head for home.
******
I wake up Tuesday morning and realize that my high school days are behind me. I am accepted at Lehigh and will be there in the fall. The Prom Saturday night was cool. I had a date with Ruth Gilbert, a nice girl who helped me through Algebra Two last year. David did not get laid after all because his dad would not let him use the car. Justin didn't even have a date.
Graduation was no big deal except yeah, we all got our diplomas. And now it's summer. The only thing I really have any plans for is to mow some lawns and do some edging. I don't think we'll make any money at that since Dad wants the school reimbursed for cleaning up the graffiti, but we'll get a tan and I think we'll have about a month after that to just goof off.
I come down to breakfast and Dody is sitting at the kitchen table reading the back of the Cheerios box. Mom is sitting across from her. Dody is wearing her soccer uniform. Why I do not know. Mom has this moo-moo on, drinking coffee and reading the paper. She looks up at me and smiles. My ears turn red every time she looks at me. And yeah, I get half a heavy as well.
"Well here's the graduate! Give Mom a kiss."
I lean over and start to kiss her on her forehead but she grabs my head and moves up and kisses me on the lips. I feel her tongue slip in m mouth. Just for a second and then she lets me go. Now I do have a hard on.
I get breakfast and it's quiet in the kitchen. Then Dody says "On my way to Gloria's!" and she flies out the door. It's just me and Mom in the kitchen. Oh boy.
"Are the boys coming over , dear? It's past eleven".
"Sorry Mom -- Didn't know I slept that late."
"I'd like to get you underway at Betsy Wilson's before it gets too hot."
"Umm...I'll call them, Mom. " I reach for my cell phone but she hands me the cordless from the counter. I dial David and as I'm doing that, Mom is stroking the back of my neck. David answers.
"Dude? How quick can you get here. We gotta mow a lawn today." David sounds really grouchy. He's like that most of the time these days. I sense some problems at the Francks' house. "Okay man. One hour? Cool!"
I hang up but Mom has taken my hand and put it up under her moo moo. I feel the smoothness of her back. I'm holding my hand perfectly still. She begins to move it like a back scratcher. "Jerome?"
"Umm...yes Mom?"
"I didn't get a chance to ask you. Did I shock you the other day?"
"Which time?"
She laughs this little trilling laugh of hers. "Well okay -- both times. Did you enjoy your first blow job?"
Now you have to understand. There is no swearing of any kind in the Woodley house. And while the two words "blow" and "job" by themselves are innocent, put them together and it is a whole different story.
"Mom!"
"Well, did you?"
"God yes, Mom. I mean I was shocked and all."
"And when I fucked you the next day?"
Now that is a word about which there is no ambiguity. "Mom! I mean it was sensational. But I just feel, well weird."
"Well don't. Yes, there are customs that say this is wrong. But I do not believe that. You are a handsome, virile young man." She has slipped my hand down to where it is cupping her ass cheeks. "For me to make love to you and you to me seems the most natural thing in the world."
"But, Dad?'
"Look Jerome. I love your father. He is a wonderful man. We have a mature, sweet relationship. The fire is out of it, that's all. Happens after twenty years. But now you and I are sharing a wonderful experience. Enjoy it. I will too, okay?"
She takes her hand and puts it on my crotch and gives it a squeeze. Just then the doorbell rings. She looks at me and shrugs her shoulders. She goes to the door. It's Justin.
He looks at my Mom and he blushes. "Uh -- hi Mrs. Woodley. I'm here, like I promised."
She kisses Justin on the forehead. "Come on in Justin. David is on his way, right Jerome?"
"Yeah. On his way." My cock is still throbbing.
We sit around and talk about the prom and graduation and about fifteen minutes later, David shows up. I look at the clock. It's already after noon. So much for cool weather.
"All right!" Says my Mom. "I'll call Betsy and tell her we are on our way. Jerome, hook up the trailer and get the riding mower and the edger, okay?"
Fifteen minutes later, my Mom is in the bikini top and shorts from the other day, we are all in the SUV with the equipment in the back and we are on our way to the Wilsons. I met Mr. and Mrs. Wilson a few times when they came for dinner or a barb-e-que. She is a tall blonde. A little bit skinny. Mr. Wilson is a big fat man. I think they look silly together.
Mom pulls up in front of the Wilson's. "Okay boys, out!" She sings. We pile out and I get the back off the trailer and run down the little slide so we can get the mower off. The Wilsons have a really nice house, a lot bigger than ours. They have this long lawn reaching up to the house. We are standing looking at it when Mom comes out of the house with Mrs. Wilson. I was wrong. Mrs. Wilson is not that skinny. She is tall. He blonde hair is cut short. But she is wearing a one piece bathing suit and her boobs are excellent as are her legs. Maybe since last week with Mom I'm just looking at older women differently.
"Betsy was on the back patio, but I wanted her to meet you boys." Mom holds Mrs. Wilson's hand and walks her down to us. We are all wearing tee shirts and shorts. Mrs. Wilson shakes each of our hands and looks us up and down.
"So," she says. "all you boys are high school graduates now, is that right?"
We all nod and mumble. "Good! All over eighteen, right?" We nod again. Why the hell would she ask that?
"Well," she says. "Come around back and let me show you the rest of the property. We troop behind her and David nudges me. He whispers "Look at her ass man! It's cool!"
We get around the back of the house and there is this huge patio and a really nice swimming pool. And then there's a back yard and some shrubs and flowers. Not much to mow, but a lot of edging.
Mrs. Wilson. Stops at the patio. "Where do you boys want to start?"
David nudges me again. "Tell you where I'd like to start, man."
My mom looks up. "Beg pardon David?"
"Uh, nothing Mrs. Woodley. I figure out front, right?"
Mrs. Wilson nods at us and picks up a pitcher that was on the table between two chaise lounges. Looks like Margaritas to me, but what do I know?. "Right boys. Go right ahead. Lydia and I will be right here."
I get on the riding mower and David takes the edger. Justin has a long spade and he's turning the soil in the flower beds. This goes on for about a half hour and I see my Mom coming around the house. By this time we are all stripped to our shorts and sweating. I turn off the mower.
"Boys!" My mom calls. "I don't think you have any sun screen on, do you?" We all shake our heads. "Not smart. Come around the back."
We loyally troop to the back of the house. Mrs. Wilson is in the pool, her hands on the edge, lazily kicking those great legs of hers. My Mom takes a bottle of sun screen and motions me over. She rubs it on my back and shoulders and then on my chest right down to my shorts. Yep, another hard on.
"Betsy!" She calls. "Come up here and give me a hand, will you?"
Mrs. Wilson hauls herself out of the pool and I see she's got some muscle in those arms. My Mom flips her the sun screen bottle. She motions to Justin to come over to the lounge chair where she is sitting now, a towel under her. She starts to rub Justin's back. "Can't reach you Justin," she says. "Come sit next to me." He sits down. She rubs his back and his shoulders and his neck and tells him to stand up again.
Meantime, my Mom is rubbing sunscreen on David. He is loving it. I look over at Justin. He is standing right in front of Mrs. Wilson and she is looking up at him. "Do you work out, Justin?"
Now that's funny. Justin is strong but he is skinny as a rail. "No ma'm Mrs. Wilson. "
"Oh, call me Betsy."
"Uh -- Betsy. No m'am."
"Well you look like you do. And Lydia tells me that you have some unusual muscles."
I swivel my head away from David and my Mom and look at the two of them. I notice the pitcher on the glass table between the lounges. Looks like the two ladies have been sharing the Margaritas.
Justin is just standing there, his arms at his sides, clenching his fists. Mrs. Wilson is rubbing the sun screen into his shorts. "Justin?" She says.
"Yes Mrs. Wilson -- Betsy?"
"Come in the pool. You should cool off."
"But, I only have these shorts and I can't get them wet, you know?"
"You have jockeys on underneath?"
"Well, yeah."
"Then come on!" She pulls at his shorts, undoes the zipper and slides them down around his ankles. He is wearing jockeys. She grabs him by the hand, picks up her Margarita glass and leads him to the pool. He walks slowly down the steps into the water and she follows him. She crooks a finger at him to follow her. She puts down her glass and does like a breast stroke to the other end of the pool.
Now, it's a nice pool, but not that big of course. We can see everything that is going on. She splashes some water at Justin. He splashes back. He looks back at us and smiles. She swims in back of him and grabs him around the chest and tries to pull him underwater. He flops back and she goes under. She lets go and comes up laughing. David and I are standing there watching. My mom is coolly putting the top back on the sun screen bottle and picking up her Margarita.
Mom calls out. "Go ahead Betsy. See if I'm not right!"
Betsy dives under water and I see Justin grab the side of the pool. She comes up for air. "Oh my God Lydia. You are right! It is amazing!"
Yeah, I know goddam well what they are talking about. I cannot believe this whole scene. I turn back to my Mom. "Mom. What the hell..."
"Oh Jerome relax. Take off your shorts. You too David. Climb in the pool."
She gives me a shove and I lose my balance and fall in the water, shorts and all. David strips down including his boxers and naked he leaps in with a half cannon ball.
Mom slips off her shorts, runs to the deep side of the pool and dives in. She's not wearing panties. And there we are. The five of us. Betsy is behind Justin. She has her arms around him but one hand is lower, like under water. He just has this shit eating grin on his face.
Mom swims up to me and kisses me full on the lips. She holds me very close. My hard on is right up against her. I look over my shoulder. Betsy Wilson has shucked off her bathing suit. Near as I can tell, her boobs are sensational. She spins Justin around. She lays back against the side of the pool, her arms on the edge. She puts her long legs around Justin and pulls him into her.
She is biting her lower lip. "Would you like some, Justin?"
"Wow! I mean I never have...well, except once."
"Stop talking and put that thing where it will do some good." With that she reaches under water and Justin is jolted up against her. Her legs move around his back and she starts to pump up and back. He takes his hands and puts them on her shoulders and they are swirling the water. Mrs. Wilson's eye lids are fluttering.
Mom grabs my cock and slides it in her cunt. We are just standing there, not moving. Suddenly I feel her cunt begin to stroke my cock. All by itself! Oh my God! My mom is a snapper! I heard about this but never believed it -- girls who can actually make their vagina lips grab you and pull you in and out. It's True!
I push her back against the side of the pool and her legs come out of the water. I ram my cock in her a little deeper. She wraps her legs around me and I am thrusting in an out very slowly. She whispers in my ear. "That's it my beautiful boy. You are learning. I am going to teach you how to really make love this summer."
I look over to my right and there's David. He is jerking off under water. I hear Betsy Wilson scream from the other side of the pool. "Oh my God Justin! Your cock is incredible. I'm, I'm cumming!!"
Mom's cunt tightens around my cock. She doesn't scream or even moan. She just kind of hisses between her teeth and I can tell she is cumming.. And with that, so do I. She slowly drops her legs and moves to let my cock slide out of her. Betsy Wilson is holding Justin's hand and walking him over to us.
David has stopped masturbating and is watching the four of us. As they come near, Betsy drops Justin's hand. "Oh David!" She cries. "You were left out, weren't you?"
"Well, gee Mrs. Wilson..."
"Nonsense, that is not fair! I can tell by the way she is slurring her words that the Margaritas have really kicked in. She takes David by the hand and leads him out of the pool, that great ass of hers switching in the sun.
She's got to be a good five or six inches taller than David, but she lies him down on one of the chaise lounges and crawls half on top of him. I see that he has one great boner himself. She slides down until her mouth is even with his crotch and takes his entire dick in her mouth.
"Holy crap, Mrs. Wilson!" He cries.
She lifts her head. "Don't want it David?"
"Oh no, Mrs; Wilson -- I mean, yes, I do, I do."
She giggles and gets down on him again. Justin is standing next to me just watching. Mom takes my cock in her hand under water and starts to stroke it. I get hard again. She pulls very softly and then reaches down and strokes my balls. I'm getting hot again.
I turn to her, but she keeps her hand on my cock. "Let me, dear. Just relax." She continues to stroke me until I feel it cummng. I do and she holds me gently then kisses me and winks. By the time I turn around, Betsy is sitting on the edge of the chaise lunge, still stark naked. David is lying there with a limp dick and smiling.
Mom gets up out of the pool, still wearing just her bikini top. "All right boys," she yells. "Recess is over! Finish up out front and then just mow back here."You know what is funny? We do just that. Like nothing ever happened. We finish our work and load up the trailer. I go around back but Mom and Betsy are not there. I knock on the glass patio door and Mom sticks her head out. "Ready to go, dear?"
"Ready, Mom."
"Okay, I'll collect the money and see you out front."
I round up the guys, we hop in the SUV. Mom comes out and says "nice job boys. I think all the other girls are going to be just as pleased as Mrs. Wilson."
It looks like it's going to be a damn fine summer after all.
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