Chapter 4: Far Out

“Wait, wait,” she groaned through clenched teeth and I stopped my efforts to push myself into her rear. “Give me a moment to get used to it.”

While I waited for further instructions, I reached around and got busy playing with her breasts.

“Hm, you’re a natural, sweetie,” she cooed. “Go on, play with them. They are all yours. All of me is all yours now.”

I continued massaging her beautiful breasts.

“I think you can try going in deeper now,” she instructed me, breathing heavily. Trying not to be too hasty I gently pushed my hips forward until I was fully buried inside her cute bum. My first instinct was to start pumping in and out as quickly as you would see in those porn movies I had secretly watched, but I remembered her warning to be gentle. Very slowly I pulled back and pushed in again at the same snail’s pace.

I had lost any idea of how long we had been at it, but I was definitely not going slow any more. In fact, I noticed that I was getting tired. This rocking your hips back and forth business was a lot more exhausting than what it looked like in the porn flicks. With our flat still being rather warm after two weeks of relentless summer weather, we were both glistening with sweat.

Ilka was going properly wild. She was cheering me to go faster and faster, but I couldn’t, really. I was a footballer. I was used to sprints, not running marathons. Whenever my hips crashed into her bum cheeks it made nasty slapping noises. Finally my vision swam and I spilled into her back passage, calling out her name as I did so. We both collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air.

Having gone flaccid after my climax, I easily slipped out of her and Ilka stuffed a Kleenex in between her buttocks. This rather unceremonious end to an amazing bout of love-making was another thing that one never saw in the porn movies.

“God this was amazing,” she said, hugging me tightly. “I didn’t know if it would hurt too much, but now I regret I’ve never tried it before.”

“But you ... you didn’t have an orgasm,” I said.

“No I didn’t,” she admitted. “And its not easy to have one when doing it through the backdoor. But I’m sure we’ll get there. Remember, we were both doing this for the first time. But you were fantastic, sweetie. I just hope you don’t continue to grow like you did the last two years. You might end up being too big for me one day.”

“I’m not too small?” I asked, insecure of my self.

“Of course not,” she said, kissing me. “You will grow for another five or six years, and you are not exactly small now. Are you insecure?”

“A bit,” I admitted. “You’re a grown-up beautiful woman and I’m just some young stripling.”

She smiled at me. “You are my stripling and don’t you forget that. You’ve seen your teammates in the changing room. Are they bigger than you?”

“Only Jogi, which is probably why all the girls are after him,” I said and giggled.

“He’s even bigger than you?” Ilka asked and chuckled too. I nodded.

“Well, then lets hope he hasn’t got a girl as small as I am.”

“He’s dating Doreen from 10^th grade. She’s so tall she can kiss the moon’s arse while standing on her knees.”

Ilka lost it and laughed. She nearly fell off the bed.

“Mario, where have you learned to talk like that?”

“Jogi’s dad makes jokes like that all the time. He said his dad had to sleep on the couch a few times because he has upset Jogi’s mom.”

“I can imagine. Jogi is the tall one who plays on the flank?”

I nodded. “He’s the best friend I have, well, at least since Christian...”

She hugged me a bit tighter.

“I feel bad that he’s gone and I’m now in bed with his mom,” I admitted.

I could hear Ilka sniffle.

“It would have happened, even if he was still here,” she said. “In a way you started to try and impress me when you were all of seven years old.”

“I did?” I asked and kissed an errant tear off her face.

She nodded. “You always tried to carry my bags when we went shopping, even if they were way too heavy for you. There was a reason why I always went shopping when you came over for the weekend, and I always packed one bag lightly. You were always so happy and proud of yourself when you helped me.”

I didn’t need a mirror to know that I was blushing an alarming shade of crimson right now.

Ilka chuckled. “I wasn’t really that much surprised when I found your diary. I had known for some time that you were quite smitten with me. The only thing that surprised me was just how serious those feelings had become already. You wrote that for me to find it some day, didn’t you?”

I nodded, my face buried between her breasts.

“I’m glad you left it on your desk,” she admitted. “I think neither of us would have been able to tell the other how we feel. You were probably afraid I would think you’re too young and I was afraid you’d think I’m too old.”

“You’re not old,” I insisted and kissed her. She just smiled at me.

“Well, you certainly make me feel much younger,” she said and kissed me back.

Once you’ve done it the first time you can’t get enough of it. That’s what Ilka had told me the day before and we were living proof as I did her cute bum a second time later that day. This time she even got an orgasm out of it, because she had shown me how to play with her pussy instead of her breasts while I was doing her rear-end.

I had two weeks of summer holidays left and, by golly, we made the best of the time we had available. I usually passed time while Ilka was at work by going to kick a few balls with the lads and I had been on a roll all the time. Emboldened by my almost perpetually euphoric mood I had developed a penchant for ever more outrageous attempts at goal and more often than not they actually worked and my team mates started to feed me balls that looked hopeless at first glance, but I often found ways to hoof them past the keeper – if need be from thirty metres out.

But the real action happened at home of course. Since the weather gods had been in a good mood, at least for people not living in attic flats, temperatures in our little hollowed out volcano had mostly been on the very warm side, which meant neither I nor Ilka had worn much, if anything, when we were at home.

Of course I couldn’t really go on gold-plating her rear end twice a day, but thankfully Ilka was a veritable fountain of ideas how to milk me for all it was worth. Hardly a day went by without me having four or more orgasms a day. By now I was well versed in things like sixty-nine’ing, going down on her and I had experienced everything from frequent blowjobs to foot-jobs. The only thing missing was actually having her pussy, and that would happen soon.

Normally the pill would be considered safe after seven days, but we wanted to err on the side of caution, and besides, both of us had way too much fun doing it up her back alley. The reason for that overly cautious approach was German law.

I was fourteen and we were not related, so Ilka having sex with me was perfectly legal, but she was also technically my foster mother, which in German legal terms meant she was in a position of power over me. Someone with malicious intent could have alleged that she was using her power over me to coax me into intimacy. That was of course ridiculous, because if anyone was insatiable in our relationship, it was me, but them’s the rules, so we couldn’t really afford to have me knock up Ilka and alert people to the fact that we weren’t just watching TV together.

Of course it also came with down-sides. I couldn’t parade Ilka around as my girl friend. Pretty much all we could do was holding hands in public. That of course exposed me to ridicule from my team mates as they all knew Ilka was my foster mother and they called me a momma’s boy, but Jogi had my back on that. He was the only one who knew our real relationship and he had reminded them that my mother had died less than a year ago. My team mates couldn’t know that I had never lost a wink of sleep over that fact. Presented with the choice of contradicting Jogi, a bloke who was a whole head taller than anyone else in the team, they chose to accept his reasoning and stopped needling me.