Chapter 1

Sometime, something trivial causes life to take a completely unexpected turn. That moment for me came when I was not too young, maybe sixteen. I was doing nothing in particular and walking to the little store in our little town when I overheard my grandfather make a joke to our neighbour that went something like this:

Older women are the best:

They don’t yell.

They don’t tell.

They don’t swell.

And they give like hell.

I was intrigued to hear that and thought about it constantly for the next few days, especially when I was horny, which at sixteen was practically every minute of the day and waking moment at night.

It was a more conservative time, and where I come from doubly so. Premarital sex was absolutely forbidden and practically unheard of; sex education consisted of peers speculating about the best way to masturbate and how to best look down which girl’s shirt to get the deepest view of her cleavage. And girls were expected to be pure virgins on their wedding night as the bloody towel was their proof of purity was still required by the village elders.

As a sixteen-year-old, I had zero chance of ever getting laid before I found a job and was ready to settle down and marry one of the village’s girls. But I was too horny for that.

I figured I needed one of those who gave like hell without a chance to swell. I was well educated, so despite the lack of sex education, I knew that the don’t swell thing referred to women who are past their menopause. So I needed somebody who is older than 50 or so, preferably married and who’s available to my horny self without raising suspicions in our closely knit community.

Making up my mind about the issue, I started looking around to see who would fit. There weren’t many options. After thinking enough about it, there was only one option that would work: my mother’s cousin, Lucia, and she was perfect.

Lucia was in her late 40s and still looked reasonably good. She was a good woman but had very bad luck. As told by Mom, Lucia had been engaged twice when younger and almost married, but unlucky for her and them, both of her fiancés got killed accidentally. So she was considered bad luck and no man would dare court her lest he too would meet an untimely end.

I liked Lucia. She had tutored me a few years ago when I was struggling in school after a month’s sickness. She helped me catch up to my peers academically and made me feel good while doing it.

Yes, Lucia would be perfect if I could accomplish this.

Once my mind was made up, I needed a good reason why I would spend time with her. Since it was a precedent, what could be better than needing some tutoring?

It was easy to get myself in that position. That month, I tanked two of my monthly tests and got myself in hot water with my parents. As Mom and Dad were chastising me, when the question ‘what am I going to do with you?’ came up, I answered that I’m having some difficulties in those subjects and I needed help. I let my parents figure out for themselves that Lucia is the solution as she was the only one that did that in our village.

So the next day Mom dragged me to her cousin’s house and let me know in front of Lucia in no uncertain terms that I was expected to do much better on the next month’s tests as they were the midterm tests, OR ELSE.

After Mom left in a huff, I was alone with Lucia who welcomed me with her warm smile.

Mom had asked Lucia to help me as much as possible for the next two months, and Lucia said she’s available on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays for the next two months.

“Luca, would you like some water before we start?”

“Yes, thank you.”

As Lucia went to her kitchen, I watched her walk away. She was in a knee-length house dress. As she got into the very well-lit hallway leading to the kitchen, the sun fell on her front, illuminating her and the shape of her body showed through the somewhat thin cloth. She had gained some weight since she had tutored me last time, but she still had a great shape.

Now faced with the situation, I really had no idea how to approach my goal. I had no idea how to talk to girls, let alone grown women, and I definitely had zero experience seducing anybody or proposing anybody.

Lucia came back with two glasses and a pitcher of water on a tray and placed them on the dining room table.

“Come here, Luca, it’s best if we work here at this table.”

Lucia directed me to sit in one chair, and she sat directly next to me, close enough for me to feel the warmth emanating from her body. Just thinking about what I wanted to do started getting me hard.

Lucia was all business as usual. She asked me where we had reached and which parts were giving me the most trouble. While I was very aware of her proximity and her clean smell was having a most profound effect on my senses, she seemed oblivious to my state.

That first day, I simply pretended to do the work along with her while trying my best to come up with some kind of plan to move the relationship from tutor-student to something else.

By the end of the session that day, I was very frustrated. I had no clue how to approach the subject or how to steer the direction of events to what I wanted.

It took more than a week for things to change, and they only changed because I was too frustrated to think, and on impulse, I reached beside me and grabbed Lucia’s right breast through her clothes and squeezed it lightly for a second or two. She had her elbows on the table, and I reached under her arm and did it.

Lucia didn’t react as I expected. She didn’t say anything. She kept going with the lesson. I had expected her to react by removing my hand, by jumping away, by yelling at me, and telling me not to do that.

But she did nothing. She either pretended it didn’t happen or she didn’t feel it, but I don’t think that she didn’t feel it. She couldn’t have not felt it.

I guess this is what they were talking about when they said ‘they don’t yell’. Lucia definitely didn’t yell.

Her lack of reaction gave me the green light to try again and see what happens. So I did. I reached under her right arm again and grabbed her breast and felt its weight on my hand. It was surprisingly heavy, and this time I noticed her nipple in its middle. I caressed it with my hand softly while Lucia kept up her explanation of the problem as if nothing was happening. Although, I’m sure she felt what I was doing as her speech wasn’t as fluid anymore, and there was a shake in her voice. But she didn’t say anything about me grabbing her breast.

Not knowing what to do differently, I kept holding her full, soft breast in my hand and lightly squeezing it. My adrenaline was through the roof, and my cock was painfully hard.

Lucia kept ignoring my very obvious action on her breast.

After a while, it started to feel a little weird, but at the same time, my level of arousal wasn’t dropping. I was hard and ready to go, even though I didn’t know where to go from here.

Since Lucia wasn’t stopping me, I figured I might as well get more and see what happens.

Lucia had a button-up shirt over a long skirt. I extended my arm and reached the middle of her chest between her tits and started unbuttoning her shirt. I unbuttoned her shirt from the top button all the way down to her belly and pulled the side away from her and exposed her bra-clad tits to my eyes.

I reached under the cup of her bra and grabbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it a bit firmly. For the first time, Lucia changed. She stopped reading from the book but still didn’t resist and didn’t say anything. She kept looking at the book in front of her. Since she didn’t say anything, I figured that she didn’t mind what I was doing.

I reached for her collar from the back and pulled her shirt down her back and off her shoulders. Lucia then dropped her elbows from the table, and that helped me pull it down further until it came free from her arms and pooled behind her on the chair.

Lucia had a black bra supporting her surprisingly large tits. I leaned to look at the back and saw the clasps, so I reached over and undid them with difficulty as it was my first time unhooking a woman’s bra.

Once unhooked, I pulled the bra straps off Lucia’s shoulders and, as the cups fell down, for the first time in my life, saw a woman’s naked breasts while they weren’t breastfeeding a baby. I was in awe. Lucia’s breasts looked great to my inexperienced eyes. With a trembling hand, I reached and grabbed her nipple again and played with it. I rolled it between my fingers and squeezed it.

After playing with her nipple for a good minute or two, I looked up to find Lucia’s eyes closed and her mouth open a little. Lucia was taking quick, shallow breaths.

I reached for her left breast and grabbed its nipple and played with that too. It was far, so I pulled her nipple closer, and Lucia turned her torso towards me compliantly but didn’t change her position on the chair. She basically allowed me to do whatever I wanted. She didn’t help, but she didn’t hinder nor resist. I now had the freedom to play with both tits and their nipples.

And I did.

I pinched, rolled, and rotated Lucia’s hard nipples for a while. Then I put my lips around one and sucked. Lucia’s breaths could be clearly heard by then.

As I sucked on her nipple, I reached with my now-free hand and caressed her back. Her skin was very smooth and soft. As my hand roamed over her back, I reached down below her back and onto the upper swells of her generous butt.

I may have hesitated when I started touching Lucia’s breast, but with her butt there was no hesitation. I simply slipped my hand under the waistband of her skirt, under her underwear, and right into her butt crack.

Amazingly, still no resistance from Lucia.

I pulled her upper body towards me, and that had the intended effect of pulling her ass a bit off the chair, allowing me more room to go down between her cheeks.

I could feel fuzzy hair between her cheeks. Unluckily for me, as my finger reached her asshole, my arousal got the best of me, and I forcefully came in my pants. I couldn’t help it.