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The summer after college ended, I spent the summer with my mother. Dad had long refused to let me stay with him after one of his latest girlfriends had gotten the hots for me and embarrassed all of us, even though I had turned her down flat, and the ban remained in force two years later.

Mother said I could stay with her so long as I cooked and did all the chores, which I was happy to do in exchange for a comfortable place to stay rent-free after five years of an intense college program that left me exhausted. Besides, it was good to come home; my room was much the same, if cleaner than I had ever managed to keep it, and the neighborhood was largely unchanged.

I would continue placing job applications, but to my relief Mother said, “If you don’t find a job right away, don’t worry. You can stay as long as you need.”

When I arrived after I took a leisurely road trip home, Mother hugged me and said, “Pour yourself some coffee. We’ll go over the ground rules and then maybe we’ll go for a drive, so think about where you’d like to go if you don’t like my selections.”

When I had poured us both some coffee, we went into the living room and Mother sat down and waited for me to sit, and then leaned back and said, “So, I’m working the usual schedule these days, out at seven and home about seven six days a week, so I’m dead in the evenings and need my beauty sleep. So, no parties. No loud music. No drunken messes. No late hours outside the house unless I know where you are because I’m too old to lose sleep over dumb-ass teenage behavior. I’m glad you’ll cook for us, and on my days off we’ll go to nice restaurants to pay you back.”

“Sure, it sounds great. I’ve had enough of that from college for quite a while. Though I insist on having a beer or two in the evenings.”

“Of course, unless you want some whiskey instead. I have a fine selection.”

“I might just take you up on that.”

“Good. Sophisticated women like whiskey, so there’s your first step to marrying a woman almost as fine as I am.”

We laughed and I put my stuff away in my room, and we spent the rest of the day driving to a couple of towns an hour or so away Mother had discovered. In the evening she took me to a restaurant and we watched a movie when we got home.

The next day I cleaned up around the house and prepared to cook dinner, and Mother came home early with a cake. “Some of the neighbors insisted on coming by this evening to say hi, so do be presentable and civil. Don’t start crying in the middle of the floor because someone took your balloon like you did when you were five that time.”

“Yes, Mother,” I replied, and we both laughed.

The guests stopped by starting about six, staying about ten minutes for the most part before rushing home to dinner. I noticed the women stayed longer than the men, and Mother seemed to be watching them more closely than I would have expected. About seven, Ms. Ferro from a few houses down came over; it was still a little hard to think of her under her maiden name instead of the Mrs. Kurchak I had known growing up, even after ten years.

Short, coming just up to my chin, and plump with jet black hair starting to turn silver and typical gorgeous Italian looks and brio and lively, surprising green eyes, she was as beautiful as ever and hugged me long and full-on, and the rampant erection she caused and certainly must have felt did not seem to fluster her in the least, no matter how much it troubled me.

She leaned back with her arms around my waist, pushing without any indication of notice full into my erection, and looked up at me with a smile. “Ooh, our newly-minted mechanical engineer! That means you can fix my dishwasher, doesn’t it?”

“Ms. Ferro, I could design you a new one.”

She laughed and pursed her lips. “Please do!”

Mother said with a smile and a fixed glance at our embrace, “Any new designs go to the patent attorney first, and then my office will take care of all the legal matters, so you might have to wait a couple of months.”

We all laughed, and Ms. Ferro looked up at me again, “You’re all grown up now, so call me Pam. None of that Ms. Ferro, you’ll make me feel old.”

“Yes… Pam,” I replied.

To my mixed relief and frustration, she pulled away and walked over to join the two other guests, who soon left for dinner. There was a knock at the door again, and I opened it to find Mrs. Grenville, blonde, slender, elegant, and frosty as always, and Mrs. Kim, only a little taller than Pam, a little plump and as busty I remembered, both dressed in business suits and carrying a bottle of wine each.

“Welcome back, Jim,” said Mrs. Grenville with a kiss to the air on each side of my cheeks, and Mrs. Kim surprised me by hugging me as tightly as Pam had, also seemingly without noticing the massive erection seeing her had provoked.

“Ooh, Jim, good to see you again.”

We sat around talking for a few minutes until the women started in on the subjects of their divorces, which seemed a good chance to go get some more coffee.

Pam came in as I was putting in a spoonful of sugar and said, “Do you still do repairs?”

“Yes.”

“Could you come over tomorrow and look at… um, my pipes?”

“Sure.”

“Come over about 11:30. It’s Saturday, so I’ll be sunning before then. Stupid house shades the whole backyard the rest of the day.”

“Sure.”

“Don’t come any earlier unless you want an eyeful.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

She smiled, “Never stop dreaming, young man. That’s the kiss of death.”

She seemed to push out her chest happily and sashayed out, looking over her shoulder happily up and down me. I watched her figure as she left, remembering how many times I had fantasized about her plump little body underneath me as I worked hard into and above her, her large breasts sagging into my eager hands, her olive skin stretched out beneath me… and pushed the thoughts away so as not to spoil my pants.

When I returned, Mrs. Grenville said, “It’s good to see you again, Jim. I’m glad you’ve made something of yourself.”

We shook hands and she left, and Pam said, “I should be off too. I have to do a load of work before bed tonight. You won’t forget your job tomorrow, right?”

“Of course not.”

Mrs. Kim said, “What job? Are you doing repairs again?”

I said yes and Mother’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Mrs. Kim saw that and smiled and said, “Can I make an appointment for Monday? That’s my day off.”

I said sure, and I sensed something odd as Pam and Mrs. Kim looked at each other longer than necessary.

After Pam hugged me tight again at the door and left, Mrs. Kim smiled and said, “I must leave too. Goodbye, for now, Jim. Don’t forget Monday.”

She hugged me as well, seemingly smiling at my massive erection pressed hard against her belly, and added, “And call me June. Mrs. Kim makes me sound old.”

After she left Mother said in an odd voice, “Well, you were quite a hit tonight.”

“I guess.”

“Well, you have a hard day of work tomorrow, it sounds like, so let’s clean up and watch a movie. I’ll have to be at the office about nine, so it’s an early night.”

The next morning I got up at my usual 7 AM and fixed breakfast and coffee after a quick run.

Mother came out dressed fairly casually for office work and said, “Lots to do, lots to do, thank god there won’t be any clients today. I’ll be writing all day and my brain will be dead, so please have something good waiting for me for dinner.”

We had breakfast and I washed up as Mother kissed my cheek and set off for the office, and then I showered, cleaned the house, and made a list of groceries we’d need next week.

I finished my coffee and saw it was 11:00, so realizing there was nothing else to do in the meantime, I decided to get an early start. There was a note on Pam’s door saying, “Jim: Door’s open. Come on in. I’ll be in soon.” I strolled in and walked over to the glass doors to the backyard. Pam’s yard was fenced high and securely, so I figured she was sunning herself.

I peeked out and saw her sitting on a chaise longue in front of her bedroom window, and to my surprise, her plump body splayed out entirely nude in the sun. Her breasts sagged in pillowy mounds, but I could catch no glimpse of her pubic hair because her hands were in the way, moving gently.

The fantasies of every fevered masturbatory release she had starred in crowded into my head and I immediately hardened. I rushed down the hall to her bedroom and crept slowly to her window. The Venetian blinds were down but only partially closed, and I crouched before them to see her.

Her chaise longue was angled perfectly and her thighs were wide open by this time; three fingers of her right hand were buried inside the tunnel I had dreamed so often of losing myself in, and thick curls of pubic hair framed what I could see of her thick lips. Her head was thrown back by this time and her hand was fucking up and in in a fast blur.

I dropped my pants to my knees and grasped my raging hard-on. I pounded fast and hard, matching Pam’s speed, and as I heard her orgasmic cry weakly through the window, my own loins clenched and forced out a massive load onto the wall. I sprayed six spurts of my own thick spackle onto the wall and stared at Pam’s engorged lips exposed fully to my gaze as she lay there in post-orgasmic exhaustion, and as I considered what to wipe up with, I gasped as Pam rose and started doing up her robe. I pulled up my pants and rushed out, praying she would take a shower so that I would have the chance to wipe up my mess before she noticed it.

I made it to the living room and had buckled up and sat down on the couch just as she opened the glass doors, and she said, “Ah, Jim, you’re early?”

“Yes, I came just a second ago,” I said without lying.

“Good thing you didn’t peek out,” she laughed lightly. “I need to take a quick shower. Grab a beer or coffee or something. I’ll be right out.”

I breathed more easily and kept my ears open for the shower. After a minute Pam called, “Jim, come here. Now.”

I began worrying at that, and in the fear and embarrassment of possibly being caught began hardening again. I walked to her room, where she stood by the window.

She pointed at the wall under the window: “What is that?”

“It looks like fresh spackle.”

“No, it looks like cum. Feels like it too. I want to know whose it is.”

Tired of feeling ashamed, I blurted out, “Why don’t you taste it and see?”

To my surprise Pam laughed, head thrown back, for a full minute. Finally, she said, “I’m not blonde, Jim.”

“You’re not a redhead either, but you still felt it.”

She laughed again and said, “Besides, it’s cold and sticky. I like it warm and sticky.”

Taken aback, I just nodded.

“So you watched me.”

I nodded.

She replied, “That’s not right, you know? Watching a woman masturbate all in secret, peeping like a teenager, you furtive little sneak.”

When I nodded again, she continued, “Your turn, Jim. Show me how you pleasure yourself. Undress and jerk off for me. Right here, right now. Or I’ll tell everyone what you did, starting with your mother.”

I had often fantasized about showing myself to her, letting her know just how intoxicating I found her older body, so mature and knowing, so I immediately stripped. I stood before her, jutting out and throbbing, and she walked around from left to right to view me from each angle.

She nodded and said, “Get started. Slowly now.”

I ran my fingertips along my shaft, and as tingles ran through my body she stared raptly at me. I gripped tightly with my fingertips and stroked my skin back and forth slowly.

After a couple of minutes, I said, “Would you help out a little?”

She looked up severely and said shortly, “How?”

“Show me yourself.”

She smiled and stood, turned around, and seductively let her robe slide to the floor. She stood before me, plump and tanned, and slowly turned around. Her breasts sagged low, her nipples long amid wide brown aureoles, and her thick black pubic hair curled out over the join of her thick inner thighs. Her thick belly bulged out invitingly, promising a soft bed to lie on, and her hips stood firmly and thickly, solid handholds for all manner of athletic events.

“I’ve wanted to see you for years,” I said.

“Does it meet with your approval?”

“You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” I replied truthfully.

She pursed her lips in mock surprise and said, “How long have you wanted me?”

I thought for a second. “Five years.”

“Good god. You twisted horny guy. I often caught you staring at me with that hungry look of yours, but I thought it was just your hormones and my tits. Just curiosity.”

“I jerked off thinking about you hundreds of times.”

“So what’s once more, eh?” she smiled.

“This is so much better.”

“Here, let me make it perfect for you,” she said. She lay down across the bed, head resting against the wall, and spread her thighs wide. “You can only look. Don’t touch. Show me thick and hot how much you like the view.”

I stood in front of her devouring her body with my eyes as she stared at me, looking from my eyes to my cock, and began stroking her lips once again swollen with desire.

“Watch it well,” she said with a ragged breath, “Take notes, memorize it. You want the best fantasies for whacking from now on.”

Her scent filled the air, thick and sweaty, and as she rubbed vigorously, I stroked hard and fast for her delectation. When I got close, she said, “Now don’t waste it on the floor. Cum on me. Show me how much you want me.”

I raised myself above her as she fucked herself wantonly, and asked, “Can I fuck your tits then?”

She nodded and said, “But hurry. I’m about to cum.”

I spat into my hand and lubed up, then straddled her sweat-soaked belly and wrapped her soft sweaty flesh around my member. I stared at her jet black hair touched with silver and her dancing green eyes devouring me, and as I watched my cock in the valley of her cleavage, her mounds pushed back to leave only a small crevice between them and her chin.

I pulsed into a massive orgasm that I happily let spew into her hair and onto her face, draining at the end into the valley of her upper chest and neck like floodwaters from a burst dam. As the third spurt sprayed over her face and hair, her head lolled back as the first release of her climax hit her. She groaned and moaned in pleasure as her hips thrust up against her hand and my pulsing sperm flowed over her.

Finally, drenched in my cum, she collapsed in exhaustion and smiled up at me. “Was it what you wanted?”

“More than I ever dreamed. You had the most incredible orgasm.”

“So did you.” She looked down at her breasts, which I still held wrapped around my cock, and said happily, “Still hard?!?”

I nodded and she said, “Okay then, get off my chest and onto my hips. I need you bad.”

Ever the gentleman, I gladly did so, and she lifted her knees to my shoulders, exposing her cunt fully to me as her thick thighs welcomed me between them. I sank into her with a steady push and felt the tight grip I had so often dreamed of climaxing into.

“I need it hard, Jim,” she said dreamily. “Fuck me like a stallion. Ride me without mercy. Plow me hard and wear yourself out. Use my pussy as your toy. Ream me and cream me.”

I did as she suggested, plunging into her gaping cunt fully open to me beneath me and felt her respond as no other woman ever had. She climaxed almost immediately, screaming loudly with her head thrown back as I continued fucking hard into her. She eventually fell back and looked up at me smiling as I stared down at her greedy eyes, my cum drying on her face and in her hair, pooled in the spaces between the tendons in her neck and dripping down her chin, the sides of her neck, and off one ear.

Soon she was fucking up and around against me thrust for thrust and soon climaxed again, pounding up against me as hard as I fucked her. When she came, she tightened around me like a vise, pushing me over the edge.

I screamed, “God, your cunt’s paradise.”

She moaned up at me, “Fill my cunt with your cum, Jim! Give me your cock!”

I redoubled my efforts and in a mixture of exaltation and exhaustion finally realized my dream of complete union with her. I stared unseeingly into her eyes as I flooded into her and then collapsed on her plump, yielding body.

She held me to her, thighs wrapped tight around my waist, the cum between her breasts drying between us, kissing my neck and rubbing my hair.

As I wilted inside her, she said, “You can rest for a few minutes, but don’t think your day is done, lover.”

“That’s the best I’ve ever had.”

“Yet, you mean,” she chuckled.

I laughed, “You’re insatiable.”

“Damn right, I am.”

“When did you want me?”

“Three summers ago. You’d grown up nicely. Just seeing you made my cunt ache. I had to go to the bathroom and rub off three times in a row.”

“Yeah, you’ve made me do that…oh, a hundred times.”

She chuckled. “Now let me up. I need a shower, and you have a mess on the wall to clean up.”

As she showered, I took a rag and washed up the wall, then I joined her in the shower. We washed quickly, but when I made to push her against the wall to take her from behind, she shook her said and said, “Some other time. I want it another way.”

We dried off and went back to bed, and she said, “After that work out, you need a bit of a rest. I hope you don’t mind a box lunch.”

I laughed and she settled her pussy onto my face as she took me into her mouth. I took my time and used all my skills loving her pussy to full openness, and I stared up at her swollen lips gaping open before me as her hips circled and thrust, searching for my tongue and lips, as the head of my cock slid finally into her pulsing throat.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her ragged lips down to my tongue as she worked me in until her lips were buried in my pubic hair, and I held her head in place as I clenched and stayed stock still as my climax swept over me. My seed passed less vigorously than before into her swallowing throat as she expertly and happily drained me.

She then pushed her cunt into my face and sat up as I worked her vigorously. While I had always loved cunnilingus, I had never wanted to taste a woman as I did then. I sucked on her lips and ran my tongue on her clit, up and down and back and forth as her dark red lips seemed to kiss back against my thirsty tongue, and as she approached her climax she settled herself hard against me so that my tongue and lips worked her clit. She held onto my knees as I held her hips, and as she cried out a roar at the top of her voice, she fucked hard into my face, and lost herself in the pleasure of my sucking lips and throbbing tongue.

She pulled herself off me and lay down. I got up and washed my face and came back to where she lay curled up on the bed, sheet pulled up to her waist, and she smiled at me as I lay down. Our passion temporarily spent, we lay in the warmth of each other’s arms and spoke sweetly of the time we had just spent.

“Dear,” she said, “was it what you wished?”

“Even more.”

“Me too.”

“How often have you rubbed off thinking about me?”

“Lots. Once or twice a month maybe. When I felt your cock against me yesterday I knew I needed you. If we had been alone, I would have gotten on my knees and drained you then and there.”

“You can do that anytime, lover.”

“So long as you return the favor.”

“Never fear.”

“Well, I hoped you’d come early and catch me. It made it easy to seduce you.”

“You seduced me last night.”

“Yes, you were really hard, I could even feel it twitch once or twice, I thought.”

“You nearly made me ruin my underwear.”

She laughed and paused. “So…” She paused several seconds more. “So… what are your plans?”

“In what way?”

“Us?”

“I plan to make love to you every day you let me.”

“Even though I’m so much older than you?”

“You intoxicate me.”

“With my saggy breasts and silvering hair?”

In response, I kissed her. We necked like new lovers, and I pulled away to add, “Besides, the silver hair gives me something to aim for when I fuck your tits.”

She laughed loudly and said, “Fire away, soldier.”

We kissed some more and she asked, “How many women have you had?”

“Six. Seven now. So, how many lovers have you had?”

“Lovers? Depends on how you define it. But by my standards, well over twenty.” She thought for a minute. “Twenty-three.”

“Lucky men.”

“Some of them were, yes.”

She kissed me as I pondered her answer, and soon I was thickening in her hand as she pulled my hand between her thighs and whispered, “Slowly, I’m a little sore,” then helped my fingers enter her.

When I was fully hard, she straddled me and took me inside her, and we slowly coupled as we explored each other’s bodies in the early afternoon light.

After fifteen minutes, she said quietly, “I’m going to come. Help me.”

She rode me back and forth as I thrust up to meet her, and when her climax began, I buried myself up inside her. I held her hips as she rode me, and when she stopped, face and neck flushed, I pulled her down to me and held her limp body as I worked long and vigorously inside her and soon plunged into my last orgasm of the day.

She stared down at me smiling as her body pleasured me, and when I lay limp she kissed me and said, “It’s a joy watching you. I wish we had started four years ago.”

“Better late than never.”

She rolled off me and curled up next to me and said, “You’ll have to tell your mother. Don’t worry, I don’t think she’ll mind, but we must be honest with her. You live with her.”

I nodded and kissed the top of her head. “I’m a grown boy. She shouldn’t mind.”

“Oh, I know she won’t object.” I looked at her and she smiled and kissed me, and as we huddled together we slept an hour.

That evening when Mother came home, she asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“Spaghetti.”

“Sounds delicious.”

“We have to talk.”

She smiled, “Oh?”

“Yes. I was at Pam’s today…”

“And now you two are lovers.”

“Well, yes. How…?”

“I saw the two of you yesterday. I was surprised you didn’t push her up against the wall and have your way with her right there and then.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Oh, I guess I mind a little, but you’re a grown man. Treat her right and don’t blab to all your friends and neighbors. Though our neighbors will realize soon enough. And in the name of all that is holy, please don’t make any crass jokes about her to me. I don’t care how many times you two came, I don’t care what you two did, I don’t care how she wore you out. Understand?”

I was taken aback, as this was not the coy, shrinking woman I knew from my childhood. “Yes.”

“Good. Will you see her tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Good. She’s a fine woman. You could have done much worse.”

We had dinner and watched a movie, then she went to do some work in her study while I read before bed.

The next morning I knocked at Pam’s door bright and early. “You don’t need to knock, lover,” she said when she opened it.

“Don’t want to tip off the neighbors.”

“They’ll find out soon enough. Take some pride in having me!”

She closed the door behind me and looked up at me with her green eyes as she knelt before me and pushed me against the wall. “Happy birthday, lover.”

“It’s not my birthday.”

“So I missed a few. Have to make them up.” She unbuckled and unzipped me. “Let me see that gorgeous cock of yours. Oh yes, it’s as magnificent as I remembered. I’m going to love this as much as you will.”

She continued staring fixedly into my eyes as she circled the head with her tongue, and as she stroked the shaft she worked me into her mouth. When I was several inches inside she removed her hand and took me to the hilt. The force of her desire compounded the excitement of the act, and as her throat and mouth nursed me lovingly.

I ran my hands through her head and said, “Love, I’m going to come.”

She winked and held my ass tight to keep me from pulling away, and with a groan, I spasmed into her. Spurt after spurt flooded her throat and as quickly was swallowed, and finally, she pulled away and led me to the couch, where I collapsed in exhaustion.

“I have a few birthday presents for you too today,” I said, and she giggled and curled up next to me.

That evening when Mother got home from the store and other errands, she asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“Chicken pot pie.”

“Homemade?”

“Of course.”

“Are you sure you didn’t get a degree in kitchen engineering?”

“That was my minor, remember?”

She smiled and over dinner asked, “How is Pam?”

“She’s good. She said hi.”

“No doubt she was grinning like a madwoman when she said it.”

“She did seem a bit chipper about it.”

“Well, she has much to be happy about.”

"Yes" was all I allowed myself to say.

“When’s her next day off?”

“Tuesday.”

“Will you stay overnight?”

“I might go back after serving you dinner. We’ll see.”

“I like the way you plan things out. Very considerate. Don’t get too clever and ruin things now.”

“Oh?”

“Never mind.” After a moment she added, “So don’t forget you have to work at Mrs. Kim’s tomorrow.”

“I won’t.”

She looked at me levelly. “No, I’m sure you won’t.”

She changed the subject and after dinner, we relaxed to a movie and hit the sack early.

“Hello, Mrs. Kim,” I said when she opened the door. I stared when I saw she was dressed only in a blue silk bathrobe. The robe was open to her navel, setting off the curve of her breasts nicely, and its blue contrasted perfectly with the tone of her skin.

“Call me June, remember?”

“Yes, June.”

“I have some work needing done down below,” she said, “But surely we can have a cup of coffee first?”

“Of course.”

We sat down at the table, and I noticed in astonishment that despite her nakedness under the robe, she was made up somewhat and her hair was perfectly arranged, jet black with a few strands of silver matching the silver of the frame of her glasses.

“I see you’ve been doing a lot of work for Pam,” she said after a few minutes of chit-chat.

“Well, yes.”

“She’s working you hard, I’m sure.”

“Yes.”

“But she’s paying you well, isn’t she?”

“Oh yes.”

“But, poor boy, you look so worn out.” She stood up and moved to stand behind me. “You need an easier job.” She began massaging my shoulders. “You need gentler work. Work that will let you relax, not wear you out.” Her breasts were cradling my head by this time as her hands moved down to caress my chest and arms. “You need someone who won’t be so demanding, someone gentler, someone kinder…” Her hands reached my lap, and as I hesitated she said, “Don’t worry, Pam won’t mind. We’ve done this before.”

As I stared in shock, she said, “Remember John?”

“Yes.”

“And Christine?”

“What?!?”

“What? Is that a problem for you?” June frowned.

“No, it’s just I was with her too.”

She laughed. “She’s remarkably talented, is she not?”

By this time she had me undone; she looked at my throbbing cock jutting upward from my lap and said, “It’s like a bird, looking for its nest.” She straddled me and impaled herself slowly on me. “It’s home now.”

She was drenched and steaming, and as she gripped me tightly I felt her juices running into my lap; her scent filled the air and I sat there unmoving in astonishment. As she worked herself on me, I removed the robe from her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes stared into my own, a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth the only signs on her face she was as old as Pam.

She said, “I’ve wanted this for years. Haven’t you? I saw you always devouring my figure with your eyes when you thought I wasn’t looking. Lusting after the older Korean divorcee, draining your seed into a shirt when you should have been draining it into me. I knew you loved older women from the day you turned seventeen and had that glorious massive erection all day at your party. It scared me then, but you were always respectful. By the time you were nineteen that had won me over.”

She leaned back to change the angle of my attack, and her breasts lolled a light tan against her browner skin, dark brown nipples erect. “I’m a mother; I’ve done laundry often enough. I know what you teenage boys were up to, draining yourselves every night into your shirts or socks or underwear, or just spewing into the sheets. Teenage girls are the same. At least I was. And you can imagine that Korean girls aren’t allowed to show any of that!”

I felt her body trembling under my hands as she worked fixedly against me. “So I’m going to show you just what we demure Korean women are capable of.”

“Show me, please.”

“Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“I want to make love to you in every way we can. I want to suck you dry and then fill your mouth with my seed. I want to do everything a man and a woman can do together, and leave both of us begging for more.”

“Good boy. Now fuck me.”

I held her as she worked on me, and I watched closely as her face flushed and her first climax struck her. I lifted her up and pushed her to lean over the sofa and slowly entered her from behind.

“I won’t last in this position,” I said, “but I need you this way.”

“Give it to me, lover,” she said, and then began speaking lightly in Korean, pushing back as I entered her body again.

The strong front wall of her vagina rubbed beguilingly against the sensitive underside of my cock, and I lost control and thrust up into her, keening like a madman, and lasted thirty seconds before I filled her with my sperm.

She turned around to kiss me and said, “Let’s wash up. I want to be clean for you.”

After doing so, we went into her bedroom and she pushed me back on the bed.

“Gentle, I said, so relax. Well, not your cock, but the rest of you.”

We laughed and she knelt beside me, massaging me as I explored her body. Soon I had spread her thighs, and as she sat there open to me, she said, “She’s all yours, so treat her nicely.”

I caressed the swollen lips and felt the hard nub of her erect clit under my gentle fingers, and as she caressed my cock, my fingers entered her. She leaned over to let me suckle her breasts, which gave my fingers better access to her tunnel. She soon began riding my hand, rubbing her clit hard against the palm of my hand as my fingers slid back and forth inside her.

With a groan, she came hard and said, “Good start.”

I was fully erect by then, and again she straddled me. She was too excited to last long; three minutes later she was nearly singing her pleasure as she pounded hard against me. When she collapsed I settled next to her in a sixty-nine and explored her with my tongue. Her lips had retracted somewhat, but she responded happily as I explored her cleft; I licked and nuzzled gently as her lips swelled purple again, and as she took me into her mouth I worked two fingers inside her and licked on her clit.

Soon I was close. I looked down and said, “I want to see your beautiful elegant face as you swallow every drop.”

She nodded and pushed me onto my back and stared into my eyes, looking up at me as she worked me into her mouth again. I said, “Did you ever rub off while imagining my spooge in your throat?”

She nodded.

“Did you ever fuck your own cunt while imagining it was my tongue?”

She nodded again.

“Do you want my cum?”

She nodded a third time and I said, “Take it, lover.”

With a gasp I thrust up between her beautiful red lips and stared at the elegant older woman I had always admired, not a hair out of place, looking as if below the neck she would be dressed impeccably in an elegant business suit, taking my cock between her lips, and she smiled as the first spurt flooded her mouth. She swallowed me, her cheeks hollowing as her tongue worked the underside of my cock, and I let go, staring as she fulfilled my wish and took every drop.

When I had finished she licked her lips and said, “Back to work.”

I pulled her hips to me and rested my head on her thigh as I returned to licking her, and soon she boiled over and screamed as she clamped down hard on my head with her thighs. I held on for dear life as she bucked under my ministrations, and finally, she relaxed and pushed me away roughly.

She sat up and moved to lie next to me. “You’re very tasty,” she said.

I was exhausted and my jaw was sore, so I merely grunted.

She laughed, “Poor boy, you worked so hard!”

“Did I take care of your problem down below?”

“Temporarily. I’m afraid you’ll have to come back on a regular basis.”

“I should be ready again in a few minutes.”

She laughed, “I’ll need longer than that. You wore me out.”

We lay there quietly for a minute, and then she asked me, “Tell me about the first time you thought about me. When you masturbated.”

“It was that time you had just gotten a promotion, and you had that sheer silk blouse on over the flowery bra. You came over to talk with Mother and you just looked so elegant and smart. Your breasts were larger than I had noticed and the way the buttons wanted to pop open fascinated me. I wanted to peek through the gap and strip it off you and start sucking on your nipples.”

“You mean my old white blouse?” She laughed. “It was a size too small. Stupid cleaners. I had to get a new one the next day because all the men at work kept hovering right where they could see my breasts through the gap. I’ll bet a few of them jerked off in the bathroom.”

“So I paid attention to the rest of you and realized you were an incredibly sexy lady. I don’t usually notice asses, but yours was perfect. I wanted to push you over the back of the couch and take you from behind.”

“Like today?”

“Just like today. It was an old dream that finally came true.”

“So when did you masturbate?”

“After you left I went to the bathroom and did terrible things to a dirty shirt in the hamper.”

“Oh, your poor mother, having to handle all the clothes you drained your lust into.”

“Oh, by that time I did all the laundry. It was a small price to pay to spare any possible embarrassment.”

“I’m sure your mother was happy for two reasons then.” We laughed. “I always dreaded doing laundry. I naturally support masturbation 100%, but it’s not something I wanted to know that much about.”

“Like roommates, only worse because it’s permanent.”

She laughed happily at that. “Not permanent, thank god. It ends after eighteen years. Well, or twelve. But no need to discuss that losing fucker. What did you imagine doing to me? Taking me from behind?”

“Yes, with the rest of you fully dressed, just lifting up your skirt and pulling down your panties and taking you slowly while I cupped your tits, watching your face in the mirror while I gave you an incredible orgasm and filled you full of my hot cum.”

She laughed, “But there wasn’t a mirror in the living room!”

“Work with me here, babe.”

We laughed, and she said, “I’ve been working with you for a couple of hours today.”

I played with her breasts. “You’re so beautiful. Your breasts are as beautiful as I had hoped.”

“You mean big.” We laughed.

“No, I mean beautiful. Big, yes, but firm and shapely.”

“You didn’t get fed enough as a baby.”

“Maybe.”

“Well, most people weren’t.”

“Did you always have beautiful breasts?”

“I was always a little bigger than usual, if that’s what you mean, at least by Korean standards. A little smaller than ideal here. And when I had a baby they stayed large. The rest of me stayed pudgy too.”

“You look perfect.”

“Thank you. You’re very kind.”

“What about you? Tell me about the first time you thought about me.”

“I was between lovers and you had just come to visit from college the… second time, I guess. You were always staring at me, but that time was different. Like you were confident, not desperate. And older! You weren’t a smelly boy anymore. Like, I don’t know, like you were finally getting some and becoming worldly-wise and worth knowing for an older woman. And you had an incredible erection all the time in those slacks! It was flattering instead of sad.”

I let out a whistle. “Yeah, fair enough.”

“So that evening I was watching a romantic movie and remembered you and started imagining you were romancing me and working your way down to my pussy, and sucking me perfectly. Then for my second orgasm you were on top of me and I watched your beautiful face going crazy as you worked my cunt with that wonderful package of yours, and the third time I gave you the best blowjob any woman has ever given, and you stared into my eyes as I swallowed every drop. So yes, it was a good night. I slept very well that night. Fantasized about you off and on after that. You were one of my less frequent regulars, and you got more frequent each time I saw you.”

“Do you often masturbate several times at once.”

“Of course. Three, five, seven times. I’d love to give my personal warm thanks to whoever invented the vibrator - they were a genius who deserves the thanks of the entire female half of the human race!”

We laughed and she said, “How many women have you had?”

“Eight.”

“I’ve had about twenty, twenty-five.” She paused, “Lovers, I mean!” We laughed. “Okay, six women, so you’re ahead of me.”

“Isn’t that unusual? You know, for a Korean woman?”

“Oh yes, god yes. It’s very hard for… if you like only women there. It’s hard in other ways if you like men. So much pressure to get plastic surgery, exercise like a demon, be demure and quiet and passionless except with your husband. And at my age, you can exercise like a demon and still never come close to matching the ideal.” She made a face and said, “But that’s life.”

“So who was your first woman?”

“It was back in Korea. She was one of my classmates my senior year in high school. We went on a weekend trip to a national park and she came on to me in the tent. We had had enough to drink that I lost my inhibitions and went along. She had always had a crush on me, and I liked her and, well, it turns out I was curious. Very curious. And I liked it a lot, and it was actual sex instead of rubbing myself off, so by the time we fell asleep we were both experts at eating pussy.” I

laughed and she nodded, “She was beautiful. Very elegant, with small breasts and willowy legs and the sweetest little rosebud, and she knew just how to push me to the next step. But I knew what she wanted by the time she convinced me to suck her nipples, so as I sucked them she started getting really turned on, thrusting her hips and all while trying to keep cool and collected, so I just slid my hand down between her thighs and made her dreams come true. Then I went down on her and made her other dreams come true. Then she went down on me and made my dreams come true. I’d always wanted to have my pussy sucked since I first learned about it, and it was as good as I had dreamed.”

“You were a virgin?”

“Of course. That was a year later when I started college. I had four boyfriends before marrying. No other women then. I really got most of my experience in marriage.”

“So all of the other lovers were after your divorce?”

She frowned. “Nooo… there were two before the divorce, and at least seven on his side, and most of those were before I found out and told him fair was fair, but that was an ugly time. We won’t discuss it anymore, okay?”

I nodded, “Of course.”

“Tell me about your first time.”

So I did, and we talked a few minutes more about our histories, and she looked down and then looked coyly at me and said, “Your bird is awake again. I’m not, so whatever shall we do?”

I looked at her body on her side next to me, and I said, “I have ways.”

With a mock rounding of the lips, she said, “Oh, whatever do you mean? You won’t do something naughty, will you?”

“Naughty doesn’t come close to covering it. Don’t move.”

I sat up and moved so that I was at the height of her breasts and put myself between them.

As she lay on her side, they naturally fell together, and I started to get ready to apply spit, and she said, “Check the nightstand.”

Amid several vibrators of a variety of sizes, though tending to the large and thick, were a couple of tubes for different uses, and I looked at her. “You are a very enterprising woman.”

“As you will find out in full. Maybe soon you too will get to go where only a select few other men have gone before, but where you almost certainly haven’t yet. Now fuck my tits. I know you want it. You’ve thought about that too, haven’t you, in your teenage lust and wicked desire?”

“Yes, of course.”

I was ready by then and had applied lube to her breasts and my cock, and she watched me avidly as I watched her avidly. Her breasts were more than large enough to envelop me, and the sight of the pink head of my cock pointing out from the top of her cleavage as her sagging breasts closed around me tightly of their own weight excited me as much as any fantasy I had had of her, so within five minutes a small stream of my cum sprayed a few drops on her chest and neck, and the rest then ran in a steady dribble down the swell of her breast.

“Very nice. It was a beautiful scene. Now lie here and sleep with me.”

I curled up next to her, and by the time we awoke it was after lunchtime. We washed, ate, and watched a Korean movie she liked, and when I was ready to leave she leaned against the wall, dropped her robe, spread her thighs wide, pushed her hips forward, and said, “Kiss me goodbye.”

I knelt and kissed her clitoris, and her hands grabbed my head and pushed herself into my face. I happily feasted again and pushed two fingers firmly inside her as she stared down at me, and after she had a quick, sharp orgasm she pushed me against the wall, in turn, knelt, and pleasured me expertly to another orgasm in the back of her swallowing throat. We necked goodbye after that, and finally, she allowed me to return home to cook dinner.

When my mother arrived home, she asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“Chicken casserole.”

“Yum.”

We sat and ate, and then she sighed and said, “So you’re fucking June now, aren’t you?”

I coughed in surprise and said, “What? How…”

“I’m your mother. I know when you act like that just what you’ve been doing, and who wasn’t hard to figure out. Well, it’s not unexpected, but don’t get me involved. It’s your show and your drama, so don’t come crying to me when it explodes in your face.”

“Ah, thanks. You’re the best mother in the world.”

“And don’t you ever forget it.”

The next day I went over to Pam’s as agreed, and when I entered she greeted me in a T-shirt and shorts, and after we kissed passionately, she took me by the hand and said, “We have a meeting. Come along.”

I followed her into the living room to see June sitting on the couch in a light summer dress and, it was evident, neither bra nor panties underneath.

Pam sat on the couch and said, “So, you and June are lovers too now.”

I nodded in shock and wondered why I had ever given in to her seduction; then I remembered her promise that Pam would not mind.

June looked at me and said, “Pam and I are always honest in these situations.”

“Do they happen often?”

“They have happened before. You don’t think all our affairs have been at work, do you?”

Pam added, “Or business trips?”

June said, “So I took off work so we could discuss it. Which one of us do you want? You must choose.”

I looked from one to the other and remembered the joys of all my teenage fantasies coming true, and replied, “I choose both of you. You’re both the best lovers I’ve ever had, and I think we can make this work.”

Pam and June looked at each other and smiled, and June said, “We hoped you’d say that. So few of our lovers have.”

“Yes, I think most of them are just too scared of having to satisfy two horny women.” Pam patted the sofa between them and added, “You’ll probably waste away and fade to nothing by the end of the summer, but what a way to go!”

I sat down and both women cuddled next to me.

As June muzzled my neck I asked Pam, “So how many men have agreed to both of you?”

“You’re the third.”

“So you’ve shared two other lovers before me.”

“No, we didn’t say that. Two men before you. Four lovers before you.”

“Like Christine?”

“Oh, hell yes,” Pam said, and June added, “What a dream girl. That red hair…above and below…and eyes as green as Pam’s. Mmmm.”

Pam nuzzled my neck and whispered, “I never asked, have you ever had a threesome before?”

“No…”

June laughed and said, “I hope you can keep up with us.”

She then kissed me deeply as June undressed and demanded my attentions briefly as Pam stripped. I stood up and quickly stripped and sat back down between them. I kissed Pam deeply as June pressed herself against my back and reached down to play with my cock, and as I worked my way down to Pam’s drenched pussy, June stroked me vigorously.

Pam came quickly and sat back to watch as I pushed June to the floor and buried my head between her thighs. She groaned sexily in Korean as I licked her clit and pushed three fingers inside her, and she held my head in place until I had made her cum twice.

Pam said, “Wise man, pleasuring us first. That might get you closer to keeping up with us until the end, but we both love cock, so you’re not home yet.”

June nodded and said, “Let’s go to bed. I hate fucking on the carpet.”

We went to Pam’s bed and I asked, “Is it strong enough for three of us?”

“I made sure it was a solid design. It hasn’t failed me yet. Five people might be too much, but I’ve never done that… yet.”

We laughed and June said, “Lie down, Jim. Let’s see how well you multitask.”

I lay down as ordered and sighed as June lowered herself onto me. “Happy little bird home in his nest. Happy happy nest. Mmmm.”

Pam then lowered herself onto my face and said, “You’ll be there a while, so don’t wear yourself out on my first and then lie there with a sore jaw like some punk.”

I laughed and June added, “And pace yourself. We love this position because the man can last a long time so long as he doesn’t get too excited. Think of baseball or something.”

Pam laughed and lowered herself to my face. I focused on the wet pussy demanding my mouth as June’s loins surrounded me, and as I licked diligently along her lips to her clit and back down to tongue her vagina, she started circling her hips. June was working vigorously back and forth and it took all my force of character to push the pleasure aside and work my fingers into Pam.

Her pussy was wide open to me, her matted hairs rubbing my nose raw, fucking back into my fingers and pressing her clit onto my tongue. We found a mutually acceptable rhythm, and after ten minutes Pam spasmed hard on my fingers and pounded relentlessly into my face.

At the same time, June’s cunt tightened hard around me and I could hear her screams even through the insulation of Pam’s thighs. The two rested a minute as I managed to hold off finishing too early, trying and failing to imagine anything more boring than baseball, and then Pam lifted herself off my face.

She said, “Time to switch. You’re doing well so far.”

June got off me and lowered her smaller pussy to my lips, and Pam settled herself on me and circled her hips beguilingly. I reached up to squeeze June’s ass as she spread her thighs further for me and found a comfortable position, and I worked my fingers down to find her vagina. She pushed back against them and readily took them inside her to the last knuckle. For fear of hurting her, I left them largely motionless, moving in and out about an inch, and let her fuck them in the same way Pam was working vigorously on my cock.

They had rested their weights on my arms and hips, but as they settled into their chosen positions they rested their hands on each other’s hips. I focused on pleasuring June, knowing Pam was taking perfect care of herself, and after ten minutes raised my hand up June’s side to her breasts, where I found Pam’s chin instead of June’s nipple.

Pam switched to the other breast as I cupped June’s left breast, squeezing her nipple, and then reached further down to find one of June’s hands on Pam’s right breast. Pam pulled back and June leaned forward to give my tongue better access to her clit, and she pushed my hand away to suckle at Pam’s breast. I avoided all thought of the vistas suddenly open to me and concentrated on finishing Pam off, and five minutes later both climaxed quickly and wetly on me.

They got off me and, looking seductively at me, sat with their arms around each other’s waists.

“So,” Pam asked, “Who do you want to come inside first?”

I whispered “Eenie-meenie-miney-mo,” and they laughed.

June said, “Me. He picked me. I told you he likes me better.”

“No, he’s just saving the best for last.”

“No, he prefers to eat dessert first.”

We laughed and Pam said, “Sure, you first.”

She leaned back against the head of the bed and spread herself fully open to us, and June got on her hands and knees before her and began licking her without hesitation. As she worked two fingers inside Pam, I worked myself inside her, and when I was in, to the hilt I stayed still for fear of finishing too soon.

I stared down at June’s tongue working happily where she had clearly been before and then looked up to see Pam watching me smilingly. “Yes, we’ve done this a few times. A few dozen times. But usually, you’ll be spending the night with only one of us at a time.”

She then closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasures of June’s tongue and fingers. The thought of what was happening before me pushed me over the edge and I grabbed June by the hips and thrust into her without mercy. Her head rammed repeated into Pam’s pussy as Pam squealed in a massive orgasm, and I felt June’s cunt slam down onto me in her own orgasm as I spewed my built-up lust hilt-deep inside her.

I pulled away but was still fully erect as the two of them sat up.

June looked down and said, “Oh, my hero!” We laughed and she took Pam’s place and said, “You get to clean me up, you sweet girl.”

Pam immediately lowered her face to June’s lips and kissed lightly as she worked her fingers inside June; as June’s sensitivity passed she began licking in earnest. I pushed into Pam and reached down to hold her massive tits, and she immediately pushed back and fucked hard against me.

I plowed her furiously for five minutes and at the end grabbed onto her hips and used her body without restraint. I thrust up finally and pumped into Pam’s pulsating tunnel as June screamed in climax, and with my last spurts, Pam screamed in her own orgasm.

We collapsed on the bed and June said, “I don’t think we’ve ever had timing that good, Pam.”

I curled up on one side of Pam, June on the other, and I asked, “How long have you two been, you know, not just sharing lovers?”

“Eight years now.”

“How did you start?”

June said, “One fellow fucked me raw and then seduced Pam the next day. He was a smoothie, all right.”

Pam added, “So we sat down the day after that at morning coffee, just June and I, and hashed it out. We weren’t even disappointed or angry, just curious how it could work if neither of us gave way. Well, it worked fine.”

June giggled, “So we had a talk with him like we did with you, and he chose both of us like we had hoped, and then as we were doing him, we each discovered the other swung both ways.”

Pam said, “So sometimes when we’re between men, we give each other solace. But we’re just friends and mostly just like men.”

June said, “And Christine.”

Pam laughed