Chapter 3

It was Saturday morning, and I was lying in my bed thinking about all the fun I had had last weekend, just thinking about Mary’s sweet red lips around my cock was enough to get my cock as hard as an iron bar. I heard my mom calling me down for breakfast, but I ignored her yelling. I grabbed a tissue and started my Saturday morning ritual.

I spat on my hand before I started stroking my morning wood; it was much easier now that I had real-life images in my mind to think about as I wanked myself.

I was thinking about Mary’s big, beautiful boobies. I was starting to stroke faster as I began thinking about sucking on her huge, brown nipples. Instead of wondering what it would be like to have her lips around my dick, I had real-life memories to relive as I jerked off.

I was well into my stride when I heard my mom walking up the stairs. Quickly I hid the tissue and picked up a book as if I had been engrossed in reading. My Mother came into my bedroom and put a mug of tea and some toast on the table next to the bed.

“Good morning come on sleepy head. I have a few errands for you today,” she said as she pulled open my curtains flooding the room is sunshine. She opened the window and fresh air filled the room.

I started to complain until I heard her mention of going to the grocery store. I was soon up and out of my bed; I showered and got dressed before heading to the kitchen. My mom was deeply immersed in a conversation with Miss Elliot over a cup of tea.

They stopped chatting as soon as I entered the kitchen. Miss. Elliot was the school secretary and one of my mother’s best friends. She lived on the far side of town and before Mary Brown had taken me in hand so to speak, Miss. Elliot had been one of the many women I had thought about while having a sneaky wank.

Miss. Elliot was pretty, a short woman, barely five foot tall. She had long blonde hair that she always wore in a ponytail. She always looked very sexy at school in her two-piece business suit; it always seemed very tight over her rump and the swell of her boobs, boobs that were not huge but that swelled so very nicely under her white blouse. I knew many of the guys at school who admitted having a crush on her. She always wore little round glasses and sexy perfume. She was like a little, sexy doll.

Many of the lads at school would ask her for forms and booklets, or even just go into her office to get a glimpse of her thighs and arse. Many bets were going around to see who would be the first to find out if she wore tights or stockings.

Some of the guys told stories about how Miss Elliot took the head boy in hand every year and made a man of him, but we all knew that was bull shit. It was one of those urban myths that did the rounds of the school. We had quite a few.

There was one about the nuns that were part of the teaching staff at the neighbouring catholic school all being lesbians that groomed the female students.

There was another about one of the female PE Teachers having sex in the showers with a lad from the sixth form.

We all knew they were bullshit but every year they did the rounds ... and every year they were embellished.

“Good morning, Miss. Elliot. How are you today?” I said, giving her the once over.

She was dressed in a loose cotton blouse and a pair of tight blue jeans. She was looking very casual but at the same time nice and very sexy. Even the way she held her teacup to her lips was sexy. I felt my cock stirring in my boxers.

“I am well, thank you, Zak. How are you this fine morning?” she replied with a smile, brushing a wisp of hair out of her eyes.

“I’m good, thank you,” I said before turning to my mom. “So, Mom, do you have the shopping list?”

My Mother gave me the shopping list and some cash; I wished my mother and Miss Elliot a great day and off I went.

I cycled down to the store. Mary was serving another customer as I walked in, but she did manage to give me a sexy little wink as I browsed the shelves. When her customer left, she wandered over to the stock room door and beckoned me to follow.

Once inside, she locked the door and turned to give me a big hug, and our lips locked. I could taste the lipstick she used and immediately felt myself getting hard. Mary must have felt it too because she reached down between us and gave my cock a rub through my trousers.

God, I was hard. I reached out and gave one of Mary’s big boobs a squeeze through her blouse.

“You really are getting the bug for this, aren’t you?” Mary laughed.

We made out for a few minutes; our hands roamed each other’s bodies and our lips locked in a passionate embrace. It took the bell that rang when the door in the shop opened to interrupt us.

“Zak wait back here while I sort out this customer,” Mary told me as she headed out of the stock room. I heard the bell ring several times, as I waited for what seemed like ages for her to return. Mary eventually called me back to the storeroom; the shop was now empty.

“It is getting busy, Zak. Let’s save our fun for tomorrow,” Mary said with a wink.

I reluctantly agreed and sorted out my purchases. As I was paying for the groceries, Mary smiled at me and tossed a Mars bar into the bag.

“Save that for tomorrow, you will need the energy!” she said with a giggle.

I was so impatient, I wanted to know what she had planned but when I asked, she just smiled.

“Today you are a boy and tomorrow you will be a man. How about we meet at my house at ten o’clock tomorrow morning, Zak.” She said with a smile, a smile that made me melt. It made my knees go weak.

Mary’s hand caressed mine as she handed me back my change. I so wanted to take her in my arms there and then and snog the face off her but the sound of the door opening, and that bloody bell broke the spell. I grabbed my shopping and left the store; I traded elicit winks with Mary as I walked out of the door.

As I cycled home my heart was pounding and my head was full of wild thoughts about the following day, I knew there was no way I would sleep that night!

I spent the day with my mates playing football in the park, I wondered if they would ever believe me if I told them about the fun and games I was having with the sexy Mrs Brown. Not that I would ever tell them, it was our secret and I had promised to keep it that way. She had trusted me and I needed to repay that trust.

Dad was out on Saturday night, having a few drinks with his mates.

So, Mom treated us to fish and chips, and we watched television together, but I was in bed nice and early.

The sun shining through my bedroom window woke me around eight o’clock on Sunday morning. I had my normal wank in the shower, all the time thinking about Mary’s big, beautiful body. After I had showered and dressed, I went down to the kitchen.

There was a note on the table. My folks had gone to visit my aunt Sue; Sue was my mother’s younger sister, and she had her own stables in the country. The note said that my breakfast was in the oven and that they would not be back until late that evening.

‘Good, ‘I thought to myself, ‘all day without having to worry about getting home.’ I ate my breakfast, all the time looking at the clock willing it to speed up. I did not want to arrive too early and annoy her. I arrived at Mary’s house just before ten o’clock.

I parked my bike in the garage and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I knocked a bit harder and still, there was no answer. I waited for a few minutes and thoughts started to drift into my mind that perhaps Mary had had second thoughts. My heart sunk in my chest and my mouth went dry.

I turned on my heels and was about to get back on my bike when I saw Mary walking up the road, a bag in her hand. She winked as she got closer to me and opened the door letting us in.

“Good morning, Mary,” I said with a smile as wide as a Cheshire cat.

“I’m sorry I am late, Zak!” She said as she put the bags down. “I had sorted out some bits and pieces for us and left them at the shop.”

When she had I moved up close to her and kissed her on her cherry red lips.

“It is okay. I was not worried,” I lied, as I smiled back at her.

“Good, as there was nothing to worry about,” she said with a grin and she stroked my cheek.

We stood in the hall and kissed for what seemed like ages before Mary pulled away and, taking me by the hand, led me upstairs toward the bedroom. Once inside, she sat on the edge of the bed and patted the bed for me to join her.

“So today, Zak, we are going to continue your education,” Mary said in a solemn voice. “But once again you must promise me, you’ll never tell a soul or we could both get into lots of trouble,”

I took her hand in mine and held it tight.

“Mary, I promise I will keep this our secret until my deathbed. Nobody will ever know about us, okay?” I said, looking into Mary’s hazel eyes.

And I meant it, this was not the sort of story I could tell my mates at school or at football. If I did, I knew it would be all around the town before the day was out. To make the most of this opportunity I had to keep it under wraps. In my head, Mary Brown was taking me into her confidence and I had to make sure I did not do anything to break that confidence.

Mary stood up and kicked off her shoes; she was standing before me looking like a vision of loveliness.

“So, Zak, would you like to undress me please?” Mary purred.

I was nervous at first, but I stood up and slowly started to unbutton her blouse, working from her neck down. My eyes took in her amazing cleavage. She really did have a big pair of tits. Her cleavage seemed to go in forever.

I gazed at her big, beautiful titties.

They were milky white crisscrossed with light blue veins, her bra was lacy and white, and I could make out the dark brown circles around her big nipples. I walked around behind her and slid the blouse from her arms. I folded it as best I could and placed it on the chair in the corner of the bedroom.

I took my time to admire her big boobs, gazing at the deep, freckled valley of her cleavage. I cupped my hands over the lacy cups of Mary’s bra and stroked her titties, squeezing them gently. Her nipples responded almost immediately.

“Okay, young man, my skirt next, if you please,” Mary said, her voice low and sultry.

This was new territory for me; I noticed a button and a zip on one side, so I unfastened them. Mary gave a sexy little wiggle and the skirt slid to the floor. It landed ruffled around her ankles. I took Mary’s hand in mine and steadied her as she stepped out of the skirt. I picked it up and folded it, adding it to the blouse on the chair.

She stood before me in stockings, which were dark with a band of black lace at the top. They seemed to encase her thighs, and there seemed to be a strip of elastic holding them up. Her knickers were somewhat funny, just a triangle of lacy fabric covering her pussy, held up by a string around her middle, another string disappearing between her buttocks. I must have been staring because Mary let out a little cough. I looked up at her.

“Do you like them, Zak?” She asked, “The stockings are called hold-ups, and the panties are what is known as a G-string.”

I spent some time drinking in the vision in front of me.

“Do you find them sexy?” Mary asked breaking the spell.

I took my time and surveyed her big, beautiful body again before I answered her question.

“Mary, you look so gorgeous. You look sexier than any of the models in those tittie magazines,” I said as I gazed over her sexy body. She was indeed sexy. My cock started to harden as my eyes devoured her body.

“You do say the nicest things young man!” she said with a wink.

I dropped to my knees in front of her kissing the swell of her lower belly. I slid my hand from her knee up her inner thigh, feeling the smooth fabric of the stockings under my fingers. The sexiest part was where the stockings stopped, and my fingers brushed over the soft sexy flesh of her plump thigh. My fingers caressed the warm flesh, moving closer and closer to the black silky triangle that covered her twat. I was sure I could feel the heat of Mary’s excitement emanating from her.