Teenage Adventures Chapter 5 Ms Alsover s
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Timothy reached over and rung the doorbell again. He'd been standing in front of Ms. Alsover's front door for almost five minutes now, and just decided not to wait any longer when he heard a faint call from within the house. It sounded like Ms. Alsover, but he was unable to make out any words, so he leaned his head down, opened the letterbox and called: "Ms. Alsover?"
Now he could hear her voice clearly. It sounded weak but urgent. "Please come around the back, Timothy".
Quickly, he walked to the side of the house, opened the door in the cedar fence and stepped into Ms. Alsover's back yard. He scanned the back of the house and spotted three concrete steps leading to a screen door. In an instant, he climbed the steps, opened the screen door and tried the door handle. It was unlocked, and Timothy found himself standing in a dark kitchen.
"Timothy? Is that you?", came again the distressed voice of Ms. Alsover.
"Yes, Ms. Alsover, it's me. Are you alright?"
He followed the voice to a small bathroom and found Ms. Alsover in the tub, covering her modesty with a drenched olive green towel, spread out on the surface of the water.
"Oh, bless you for coming Timothy!", exclaimed Ms. Alsover. She looked worn and embarrassed, and did not look Timothy in the eyes when she explained what had happened. "I slipped and fell after taking a bath. I couldn't get up, so I filled the tub again to stay warm. I'm so sorry, I ..."
"Don't worry about it Ms. Alsover", the boy said. "Did you break anything? Should I call the hospital?"
"No, I don't think I did. It's my back. I can pull myself up in sitting position, but I can't get to my feet".
"Okay, so what would you like to do then, Ms. Alsover?", Timothy asked.
"If you could help me get out of the bathtub and walk me over to the couch, I would very much appreciate it", replied Ms. Alsover.
Timothy surveyed the situation. He spotted a stack of towels next to the sink, took one and put it next to Ms. Alsover on the toilet seat.
"When you're ready, grab hold of my hand, and I'll pull you up".
Ms. Alsover nodded. As Timothy turned his back towards her and blindly extended his hand in the general direction of Ms. Alsover, she pushed away the wet towel that was covering her, grabbed Timothy's hand and pulled herself into sitting position. She then reached forward, opened the drain and waited for the water to disappear. Finally, the took the dry towel from the toilet seat and wrapped it around herself.
"Now comes the hard part", she said. "Timothy, do you think you can help me to my feet?"
Timothy turned around, took a wide stance, bend his knees and leaned forward into the bathtub with his left arm extended against the wall, and his right arm around Ms. Alsover's shoulders. With one arm around Timothy's neck and the other on his left arm, Ms. Alsover groaned as she was trying to pull herself up. Timothy took a firm grip around her back, and began to extend his legs until Ms. Alsover was standing upright in the tub, leaning heavily on his shoulder.
"Almost there, Ms. Alsover", Timothy spoke encouragingly. "Just lift your feet over the edge of the tub one at the time".
Ms. Alsover gingerly lifted her left foot, dangled it over the edge, and placed it on the rug in front of the toilet. She then leaned to the left, and lifted her right foot. Just as she was about to swing it over the edge of the tub, her towel fell of, and Timothy found himself looking down two heavy breasts and a grayish brown patch of wet pubic hair. Ms. Alsover flushed with embarrassment, and Timothy felt equally ill at ease. But with Ms. Alsover unable to stand on her own two feet, there was little Timothy could do for her but to continue helping her to the couch.
Ms. Alsover slowly lowered herself to the couch, and fell over on her side with a groan. When Timothy returned from the bathroom with a dry towel, he d****d it over her upper body and then removed the back pillows from the couch to make some more room. Still lying on her side, Ms. Alsover stretched out one leg, then the other, and rolled on her back. She then asked Timothy to please bring a pillow from her bedroom, and an electric blanket she kept in the bottom drawer of her dresser.
A few minutes later, she was snugly covered with the blanket on high. After bringing her a glass of water and two tablets of Tylenol, Timothy again asked if she was hungry, but Ms. Alsover yawned and said that she just wanted some rest and that her back would probably feel better once the Tylenol kicked in.
Timothy offered to check back on her in a few hours, and when he returned, it was already dark. Ms. Alsover was feeling a lot better, but still was not able to get up on her feet. After taking another two Tylenols, she pulled the blanket closer around herself and looked away from Timothy in an uncomfortable silence. When she finally spoke, her face was flushed pink, and she did not quite know how to start.
"Timothy", she began, "I have a favor to ask you. In the medicine cabinet, I have a jar of balm that helps with the blood circulation. I really hate to ask you, but…"
She fell silent again. Timothy understood, and asked "Would you like me to apply some of that balm on your back, Ms. Alsover?". With her face turned crimson, she answered: "Oh, if you could please?".
While Ms. Alsover clutched the blanket around her chest, Timothy helped her roll-over on her side, and then onto her stomach. He then fetched the balm from the bathroom, and rubbed some between the palms of his hands. It felt cold to the touch, with a strong scent of Eucalyptus. Gently, he placed both hands on Ms. Alsover’s back, and began sliding them down toward her hips. Ms. Alsover softly moaned, and Timothy felt her body relax. He kept sliding his hands along her spine, and now the balm began to tingle, and then started to feel pleasantly warm.
Ms. Alsover moaned again, and this time her legs slightly parted. As Timothy looked at his hand sliding down towards her hips again, he caught a glimpse of a meaty brown lip, lazily hanging again the inside of Ms. Alsover’s thigh.
Distracted, his hands slid down along her spine until they reached the cleavage of her behind. He quickly moved them up to her shoulders again, but kept staring at the inside of her thighs. He now was able to make out a patch of mottled brown hair, and the rim of a fleshy vagina.
Without thinking, he let his right hand drop between her thighs until the tips of his fingers touched the slippery entrance of her snatch. Ms. Alsover stirred, and he immediately pulled back his hand. For a moment, Timothy panicked, then he noticed she had actually fallen asleep again. Worried that she might not be able to breathe, he rolled her on her back. This time, she was completely uncovered, and Timothy's eyes moved from her saggy breasts to her big, bushy pubic area.
For weeks, he had imaged what the old lady would look like under the flowery robe she wore so often, and now, there it was, even better then he could have dreamed. He looked at her face and felt a strong urge to kiss her on the lips, but seeing she was fast asleep, he gently parted her legs to get a better look at her mature pussy. Fully exposed as it was now, it looked amazing.
Her mound looked big and plump, if somewhat drooping. The lips were large and fleshy, hanging down lazily, and revealing just a glimpse of the smooth pink entrance to her vagina.
Timothy reached down and parted her labia with the tip of his middle finger. It felt so good, he almost came in his pants. As he slid his finger in deeper, enjoying the warm, slippery feel of her birth canal, his palm cradled her soft, beefy lips. Just as he was about to slip in a second finger and rub the hard bulge in his pants, the clock radio in Ms. Alsover’s bedroom began to emit a soft series of chirps. Quickly, Timothy covered her up with the blanket and stepped across the coffee table to sit down in her reading chair.
"Oh dear, did I doze off again?", said Ms. Alsover as she awoke with a yawn. Timothy mumbled that it was no big deal, and went to the bedroom to silence the alarm. Ms. Alsover stretched. Her back was feeling much better now, but she felt a strange tingling sensation from her private parts. With a quick glance to the door, she moved her arm under the blanket and touched her crotch. She was surprised to find it very moist indeed, and even more when she caught a whiff of Eucalyptus when she withdrew her hand.
Had the boy touched her while she was asleep? She wanted to shrug off the feeling immediately, but felt strangely aroused by the idea that a boy, not even s*******n years old, could be interested in an old woman such as herself.
"Timothy", she called, as he had still not returned from her bedroom. Timothy appeared in the doorway almost immediately, but hesitated to come any further.
"Timothy", she spoke again, "Did you touch my private parts while I was asleep?"
The boy was overcome with fear and embarrassment. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"Don't worry Timothy, I am not mad at you", spoke Ms. Alsover kindly. "Why don't you come here and tell me what happened", she said, patting the space next to her on the couch.
Still silent, Timothy shuffled over to the couch, and sat down next to her, his face turned slightly away.
"Timothy, have you been with a woman before?", she asked in a soft voice.
Timothy shook his head, and then looked at the old lady. "Did you like what you saw when I was asleep?", she asked. Timothy felt his ears burn. All he could do was emphatically nod yes. "Well, don't you think it is only fair that I could see you the same way?", she asked.
"I, um, I guess", replied Timothy, very much confused.
"Well then", spoke Ms. Alsover briskly. "You can put your clothes behind you on the chair".
She could hardly believe what her eyes were seeing as Timothy hesitantly stood up and began to pull down the zipper on his school hoodie. He pushed-off his sneakers without undoing the laces, and quickly stepped out of his pants. His t-shirt and socks came off next, without much grace or ceremony, and now the boy stood in just his underwear, with a noticeable bulge protruding from the front.
"Those too", Ms. Alsover said, pointing at his briefs. Her eyes took in his handsome skinny body, as the boy hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his underwear, and, bending over his erection, pulled them down to his ankles. His well endowed manhood and pubic hair looked out of place on his smooth juvenile body.
"Now sit down again please."
Ms. Alsover felt lightheaded as Timothy sat down next to her. Was she really going to go through with this? It had been thirty years since she had been with a man. She extended her arm and wrapped her fingers around Timothy's manhood. The boy moaned, and a large drop of pre-cum oozed from the hooded tip of his erection.
Her plan was to have Timothy touch her body again, as he had before, but none of this seemed to matter anymore now. As she gripped the boy’s thick organ, she hoarsely spoke: "Timothy, I want you inside me..."
Timothy could hardly believe his ears. He got to his feet and looked down at the gray-haired old lady on the couch. Ms. Alsover pulled the blanket aside and opened her legs. Timothy gently kneeled between her warm thighs, and, reassured by the warm smile on Ms. Alsover’s face, he took hold of his dick and brought the head closer to Ms. Alsover's inviting pussy lips. Then, he slowly moved his hips forward and felt the warm embrace of her soft vagina.
The next moment, his buttocks clenched, and load after load of his seed exploded into the old woman. Flushed with embarrassment, Timothy pulled out and looked around for towel or something to wipe up the mess.
Ms. Alsover, recognizing the boys' predicament, gently whispered "Oh, Timothy", as she pulled his head closer and passionately kissed him on the lips.
Startled, but incredibly relieved, Timothy lowered his chest down on Ms. Alsover's voluminous bosom, gazed into her soft eyes and gently caressed her face with his hands. Then he kissed her mouth, her cheekbones, her eyelids, her chin and both sides of her neck. Neither the boy nor the old woman spoke, as they continued to kiss one another while gently stroking each others faces.
After a long while, Ms. Alsover locked eyes with Timothy and lovingly squeezed his cheek. She then brought her arm down until her hand found the boy’s penis, which had become fully engorged again. While kissing him passionately, she gently guided his erection to the entrance of her vagina.
Timothy needed no further encouragement. While raising his upper body, he slowly moved his hips forward and again felt his dick slide into this wonderful old lady. Lubricated by his own warm semen, the sensation was even better than the first time. A loud moan escaped Ms. Alsover's lips, just when the blonde pubic hair surrounding Timothy's manhood touched the furry gray triangle of her own body.
As she clenched the boy’s strong butt-cheeks and pulled him even deeper into her body, a flood of warm juice squirted from her vagina and engulfed his ball sack. Aroused beyond measure, Timothy pulled back his cock until just the frumpled foreskin was touching her clit, then thrust it into the old woman forcefully. Another load of her love juice, mixed with his frothy semen, squirted out of the senior citizen’s muff, and this time his wet balls slapped against her butt. She continued to moan loudly, as they settled into a feverish rhythm. Finally, Timothy flung his hips forward one last time, and shot another load of boy juice deep into the woman's fleshy cave. Then, he collapsed onto her sweaty breasts and rested his head next to hers.
Ms. Alsover folded her arms over his back and closed her eyes. Never had she been this passionate with a man before, let alone a boy almost sixty years younger than herself. She had never led a promiscuous life, but from now on, she promised herself, that would change.
Now he could hear her voice clearly. It sounded weak but urgent. "Please come around the back, Timothy".
Quickly, he walked to the side of the house, opened the door in the cedar fence and stepped into Ms. Alsover's back yard. He scanned the back of the house and spotted three concrete steps leading to a screen door. In an instant, he climbed the steps, opened the screen door and tried the door handle. It was unlocked, and Timothy found himself standing in a dark kitchen.
"Timothy? Is that you?", came again the distressed voice of Ms. Alsover.
"Yes, Ms. Alsover, it's me. Are you alright?"
He followed the voice to a small bathroom and found Ms. Alsover in the tub, covering her modesty with a drenched olive green towel, spread out on the surface of the water.
"Oh, bless you for coming Timothy!", exclaimed Ms. Alsover. She looked worn and embarrassed, and did not look Timothy in the eyes when she explained what had happened. "I slipped and fell after taking a bath. I couldn't get up, so I filled the tub again to stay warm. I'm so sorry, I ..."
"Don't worry about it Ms. Alsover", the boy said. "Did you break anything? Should I call the hospital?"
"No, I don't think I did. It's my back. I can pull myself up in sitting position, but I can't get to my feet".
"Okay, so what would you like to do then, Ms. Alsover?", Timothy asked.
"If you could help me get out of the bathtub and walk me over to the couch, I would very much appreciate it", replied Ms. Alsover.
Timothy surveyed the situation. He spotted a stack of towels next to the sink, took one and put it next to Ms. Alsover on the toilet seat.
"When you're ready, grab hold of my hand, and I'll pull you up".
Ms. Alsover nodded. As Timothy turned his back towards her and blindly extended his hand in the general direction of Ms. Alsover, she pushed away the wet towel that was covering her, grabbed Timothy's hand and pulled herself into sitting position. She then reached forward, opened the drain and waited for the water to disappear. Finally, the took the dry towel from the toilet seat and wrapped it around herself.
"Now comes the hard part", she said. "Timothy, do you think you can help me to my feet?"
Timothy turned around, took a wide stance, bend his knees and leaned forward into the bathtub with his left arm extended against the wall, and his right arm around Ms. Alsover's shoulders. With one arm around Timothy's neck and the other on his left arm, Ms. Alsover groaned as she was trying to pull herself up. Timothy took a firm grip around her back, and began to extend his legs until Ms. Alsover was standing upright in the tub, leaning heavily on his shoulder.
"Almost there, Ms. Alsover", Timothy spoke encouragingly. "Just lift your feet over the edge of the tub one at the time".
Ms. Alsover gingerly lifted her left foot, dangled it over the edge, and placed it on the rug in front of the toilet. She then leaned to the left, and lifted her right foot. Just as she was about to swing it over the edge of the tub, her towel fell of, and Timothy found himself looking down two heavy breasts and a grayish brown patch of wet pubic hair. Ms. Alsover flushed with embarrassment, and Timothy felt equally ill at ease. But with Ms. Alsover unable to stand on her own two feet, there was little Timothy could do for her but to continue helping her to the couch.
Ms. Alsover slowly lowered herself to the couch, and fell over on her side with a groan. When Timothy returned from the bathroom with a dry towel, he d****d it over her upper body and then removed the back pillows from the couch to make some more room. Still lying on her side, Ms. Alsover stretched out one leg, then the other, and rolled on her back. She then asked Timothy to please bring a pillow from her bedroom, and an electric blanket she kept in the bottom drawer of her dresser.
A few minutes later, she was snugly covered with the blanket on high. After bringing her a glass of water and two tablets of Tylenol, Timothy again asked if she was hungry, but Ms. Alsover yawned and said that she just wanted some rest and that her back would probably feel better once the Tylenol kicked in.
Timothy offered to check back on her in a few hours, and when he returned, it was already dark. Ms. Alsover was feeling a lot better, but still was not able to get up on her feet. After taking another two Tylenols, she pulled the blanket closer around herself and looked away from Timothy in an uncomfortable silence. When she finally spoke, her face was flushed pink, and she did not quite know how to start.
"Timothy", she began, "I have a favor to ask you. In the medicine cabinet, I have a jar of balm that helps with the blood circulation. I really hate to ask you, but…"
She fell silent again. Timothy understood, and asked "Would you like me to apply some of that balm on your back, Ms. Alsover?". With her face turned crimson, she answered: "Oh, if you could please?".
While Ms. Alsover clutched the blanket around her chest, Timothy helped her roll-over on her side, and then onto her stomach. He then fetched the balm from the bathroom, and rubbed some between the palms of his hands. It felt cold to the touch, with a strong scent of Eucalyptus. Gently, he placed both hands on Ms. Alsover’s back, and began sliding them down toward her hips. Ms. Alsover softly moaned, and Timothy felt her body relax. He kept sliding his hands along her spine, and now the balm began to tingle, and then started to feel pleasantly warm.
Ms. Alsover moaned again, and this time her legs slightly parted. As Timothy looked at his hand sliding down towards her hips again, he caught a glimpse of a meaty brown lip, lazily hanging again the inside of Ms. Alsover’s thigh.
Distracted, his hands slid down along her spine until they reached the cleavage of her behind. He quickly moved them up to her shoulders again, but kept staring at the inside of her thighs. He now was able to make out a patch of mottled brown hair, and the rim of a fleshy vagina.
Without thinking, he let his right hand drop between her thighs until the tips of his fingers touched the slippery entrance of her snatch. Ms. Alsover stirred, and he immediately pulled back his hand. For a moment, Timothy panicked, then he noticed she had actually fallen asleep again. Worried that she might not be able to breathe, he rolled her on her back. This time, she was completely uncovered, and Timothy's eyes moved from her saggy breasts to her big, bushy pubic area.
For weeks, he had imaged what the old lady would look like under the flowery robe she wore so often, and now, there it was, even better then he could have dreamed. He looked at her face and felt a strong urge to kiss her on the lips, but seeing she was fast asleep, he gently parted her legs to get a better look at her mature pussy. Fully exposed as it was now, it looked amazing.
Her mound looked big and plump, if somewhat drooping. The lips were large and fleshy, hanging down lazily, and revealing just a glimpse of the smooth pink entrance to her vagina.
Timothy reached down and parted her labia with the tip of his middle finger. It felt so good, he almost came in his pants. As he slid his finger in deeper, enjoying the warm, slippery feel of her birth canal, his palm cradled her soft, beefy lips. Just as he was about to slip in a second finger and rub the hard bulge in his pants, the clock radio in Ms. Alsover’s bedroom began to emit a soft series of chirps. Quickly, Timothy covered her up with the blanket and stepped across the coffee table to sit down in her reading chair.
"Oh dear, did I doze off again?", said Ms. Alsover as she awoke with a yawn. Timothy mumbled that it was no big deal, and went to the bedroom to silence the alarm. Ms. Alsover stretched. Her back was feeling much better now, but she felt a strange tingling sensation from her private parts. With a quick glance to the door, she moved her arm under the blanket and touched her crotch. She was surprised to find it very moist indeed, and even more when she caught a whiff of Eucalyptus when she withdrew her hand.
Had the boy touched her while she was asleep? She wanted to shrug off the feeling immediately, but felt strangely aroused by the idea that a boy, not even s*******n years old, could be interested in an old woman such as herself.
"Timothy", she called, as he had still not returned from her bedroom. Timothy appeared in the doorway almost immediately, but hesitated to come any further.
"Timothy", she spoke again, "Did you touch my private parts while I was asleep?"
The boy was overcome with fear and embarrassment. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"Don't worry Timothy, I am not mad at you", spoke Ms. Alsover kindly. "Why don't you come here and tell me what happened", she said, patting the space next to her on the couch.
Still silent, Timothy shuffled over to the couch, and sat down next to her, his face turned slightly away.
"Timothy, have you been with a woman before?", she asked in a soft voice.
Timothy shook his head, and then looked at the old lady. "Did you like what you saw when I was asleep?", she asked. Timothy felt his ears burn. All he could do was emphatically nod yes. "Well, don't you think it is only fair that I could see you the same way?", she asked.
"I, um, I guess", replied Timothy, very much confused.
"Well then", spoke Ms. Alsover briskly. "You can put your clothes behind you on the chair".
She could hardly believe what her eyes were seeing as Timothy hesitantly stood up and began to pull down the zipper on his school hoodie. He pushed-off his sneakers without undoing the laces, and quickly stepped out of his pants. His t-shirt and socks came off next, without much grace or ceremony, and now the boy stood in just his underwear, with a noticeable bulge protruding from the front.
"Those too", Ms. Alsover said, pointing at his briefs. Her eyes took in his handsome skinny body, as the boy hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his underwear, and, bending over his erection, pulled them down to his ankles. His well endowed manhood and pubic hair looked out of place on his smooth juvenile body.
"Now sit down again please."
Ms. Alsover felt lightheaded as Timothy sat down next to her. Was she really going to go through with this? It had been thirty years since she had been with a man. She extended her arm and wrapped her fingers around Timothy's manhood. The boy moaned, and a large drop of pre-cum oozed from the hooded tip of his erection.
Her plan was to have Timothy touch her body again, as he had before, but none of this seemed to matter anymore now. As she gripped the boy’s thick organ, she hoarsely spoke: "Timothy, I want you inside me..."
Timothy could hardly believe his ears. He got to his feet and looked down at the gray-haired old lady on the couch. Ms. Alsover pulled the blanket aside and opened her legs. Timothy gently kneeled between her warm thighs, and, reassured by the warm smile on Ms. Alsover’s face, he took hold of his dick and brought the head closer to Ms. Alsover's inviting pussy lips. Then, he slowly moved his hips forward and felt the warm embrace of her soft vagina.
The next moment, his buttocks clenched, and load after load of his seed exploded into the old woman. Flushed with embarrassment, Timothy pulled out and looked around for towel or something to wipe up the mess.
Ms. Alsover, recognizing the boys' predicament, gently whispered "Oh, Timothy", as she pulled his head closer and passionately kissed him on the lips.
Startled, but incredibly relieved, Timothy lowered his chest down on Ms. Alsover's voluminous bosom, gazed into her soft eyes and gently caressed her face with his hands. Then he kissed her mouth, her cheekbones, her eyelids, her chin and both sides of her neck. Neither the boy nor the old woman spoke, as they continued to kiss one another while gently stroking each others faces.
After a long while, Ms. Alsover locked eyes with Timothy and lovingly squeezed his cheek. She then brought her arm down until her hand found the boy’s penis, which had become fully engorged again. While kissing him passionately, she gently guided his erection to the entrance of her vagina.
Timothy needed no further encouragement. While raising his upper body, he slowly moved his hips forward and again felt his dick slide into this wonderful old lady. Lubricated by his own warm semen, the sensation was even better than the first time. A loud moan escaped Ms. Alsover's lips, just when the blonde pubic hair surrounding Timothy's manhood touched the furry gray triangle of her own body.
As she clenched the boy’s strong butt-cheeks and pulled him even deeper into her body, a flood of warm juice squirted from her vagina and engulfed his ball sack. Aroused beyond measure, Timothy pulled back his cock until just the frumpled foreskin was touching her clit, then thrust it into the old woman forcefully. Another load of her love juice, mixed with his frothy semen, squirted out of the senior citizen’s muff, and this time his wet balls slapped against her butt. She continued to moan loudly, as they settled into a feverish rhythm. Finally, Timothy flung his hips forward one last time, and shot another load of boy juice deep into the woman's fleshy cave. Then, he collapsed onto her sweaty breasts and rested his head next to hers.
Ms. Alsover folded her arms over his back and closed her eyes. Never had she been this passionate with a man before, let alone a boy almost sixty years younger than herself. She had never led a promiscuous life, but from now on, she promised herself, that would change.
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