It all started the summer I turned 18. I was going to be a senior in high school that fall and I was trying to earn money to fix up this ‘69 Camaro project car I had been working on for the past year. I was cutting the grass of some of the neighbors that day.

I live in a small Midwestern town and our neighborhood consists of a series of cul de sacs with a main street running up the center. Our neighborhood looks like a fern from the air. We lived on one of the cul de sacs and I was cutting Mrs. Robinson’s grass that afternoon.

Mrs. Robinson was our neighbor across the street and Mom’s best friend. I had known her almost all of my life. She had always been very nice to me, and when I was growing up, would have home-made cookies when I came home from school, and stop by my lemonade stands when I would set them up in the summer.

One year she had a big yard sale and I walked over to see what kind of treasures she had. She gave me a bunch of baseball cards that her husband had started collecting but then got bored with and were just collecting dust.

I had just finished her yard, cutting the grass and trimming the hedge, and had come in to let her know how much it was. I walked into the living room and there she was sitting on a stool at her breakfast bar with her back to me.

“Okay, I’m all done Mrs. Robinson. I got the grass cut and your hedges trimmed. Would you like to have a look and see how you like it?” I asked.

She turned to me a bit wobbly on her stool. I could see a half-finished drink in her hand. “No that’s okay, Joey dear. I’m sure it’s fine. How much do I owe you?” she asked.

Now even though I was trying to earn money and I had done a good job, I didn’t feel right about discussing money matters when Mrs. Robinson at that moment. She wasn’t drunk, but she was a nice lady and I would feel like I was taking advantage of her.

“That’s okay Mrs. Robinson, I will stop by tomorrow and you can pay me then,” I said, smiling.

“Are you sure, honey?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s no problem. You are just across the street and I will be working in the area again tomorrow anyway.”

“Well at least let me get you a glass of iced tea. You look hot, and I could use some company,” she said. I agreed to the iced tea and sat down across the bar from her.

We sat there talking and drinking our drinks. Mrs. Robinson asked me how my summer was going and general chit chat like that. I could tell something was bothering her – first because she was drinking more than iced tea, and secondly because of her mood.

“Is anything wrong, Mrs. Robinson? You seem a little down ... normally you are pretty happy and cheerful when I see you,” I commented.

She sat there for a long time. I was about to tell her to nevermind and forget about it when she spoke.

“Joey, do you think I’m attractive?” she asked me. The question caught me off-guard ... I mean, I had never really looked at her that way. But she asked me a question and she sounded sincere.

“Yes, Mrs. Robinson. I think you are very attractive. Why do you ask?”

“Then what is it? Why can’t I seem to find someone? God, I sound like a whiny schoolgirl! I’m so embarrassed!” she said, sobbing softly into her hands.

For the first time in my life, I looked at Mrs. Robinson as more than the friendly neighbor lady and Mom’s best friend. I saw her as a woman, vulnerable and in need of comfort. I stood up from my stool and walked around the end of the bar and up to her. I gently pulled her hands from her face and she slowly looked up at me.

“Mrs. Robinson, you are a very beautiful, very attractive woman and if I might say so, your husband was a fool to leave you. But he has made his decision and one of these days he will look back and regret it. His little hotsy will get tired of him, especially being so much older than she is, and leave him. Then he will be alone, older than he already is, and will wish he had stayed with the one woman who really loved him,” I said, looking into her eyes.

To explain; Mrs. Robinson was married to her husband Alan for a number of years until he decided he needed a change and ran off with this 23 year old blonde tart that he met somewhere. Alan was about 9 years older than Mrs. Robinson. Their divorce was a couple years ago by now, and he left Mrs. Robinson alone to fend for herself.

Now Mrs. Robinson wasn’t destitute, she had worked for the State for a number of years while they were together and had a pretty decent retirement. Plus she got a good settlement in the divorce so she wasn’t hurting for money. But the money didn’t mean much to her, she still slept in a bed alone. She was still crushed by the blow that he was leaving her for a younger woman. So many years wasted.

“Thank you Joey, that is very sweet of you to say. But the fact remains that I am getting older and I have to start over again. I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I still have anything to offer the next guy. Who would want a 35 year old divorcée?” she asked.

Now Mrs. Robinson was indeed a very beautiful woman. A former beauty pagent winner, she was about five foot six inches tall with long blonde hair, warm blue eyes, and a smile that would melt any man’s heart. She was beautiful in face and in her smoking hot 34-24-34 body. She kept herself in very good shape and now I was getting a chance to enjoy it.

I looked down into her eyes as they flicked back and forth. She was looking for an answer, looking for something that could reassure her. I couldn’t let her down. I took a step forward and reached for her face. I cupped her tear-streaked face in my hands and leaned down.

I kissed her ... long, slow and deeply. I wanted her to know that there were still people around her who cared. I wanted her to know she still had worth, that she mattered. I kissed her passionately and as I did I felt her, at first a bit surprised and hesitant, but then she gave herself to the kiss.

I felt her hands move around my waist and she pulled me closer. Her lips parted and my tongue searched for and found hers. When she felt my tongue come to play, she moaned into my mouth.

As we kissed I pulled her up off her chair to stand in front of me. I pressed myself to her, wrapping my arms around her to hold her. I could feel her tremble as I held her ... tremble as if she was unsure if she should feel what she was feeling.

She was torn – she wanted this more than anything right now. But she also knew that I was her best friend’s son and she had reservations about what we were doing.

“Joey, what are you ... doing? We ... can’t ... it’s not ... right...” she protested as I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. My kisses moved down to her shoulder as her resistance wavered then waned.

“Joey ... please ... please ... oh Joey...” she said, finally giving in to her rising desire and kissing me again. She ran her fingers through my hair as I moved her hair aside and kissed her shoulder again. I could hear her breathing quicken and I smiled to myself. The spark had turned to a little flame!

Taking her by the hand I led her over to the living room sofa and I sat down, pulling her down onto my lap. She wasn’t sure what I wanted, but she followed my lead. She sat sideways on my lap, due to the long black evening gown she was wearing.

I don’t know why she was so dressed up, maybe she just needed to feel beautiful. She leaned over to kiss me again and I reached around her slim waist holding her and rubbing my hand along her bare thighs through the slit in her dress.

She was enjoying kissing me ... it had been a long time since she was kissed like this. As we kissed, my hands moved from her thighs up to lightly graze her breast. When I did, she whimpered slightly.

I took it as permission and placed my hand more firmly on her breast, squeezing it gently and caressing the firm globe. She put her hand over mine and pressed it, indicating she wanted me to grab her harder. So I took a firmer grasp and began massaging and playing with her breasts as she moaned and squirmed on my lap.

After a bit of playing with her breasts, I pushed Mrs. Robinson upright. As she looked in my eyes, I took hold of the shoulder straps of her black dress and slowly started slipping it from her shoulder. When she saw what I was doing, she put her hand on mine, stopping me.

“Joey...” she said, uncertain.

“It’s okay, Emily,” I said.

She smiled at me, her eyes bright and sparkling now. “That’s the first time you ever called me by my first name.” She removed her hands and I proceeded to slip both shoulder straps off her, her dress slipping down around her waist now.

I sat there for a moment in awe of the woman on my lap. Emily wasn’t wearing a bra under her shirt, but she didn’t have to. She had amazing 34DD breasts ... full and firm with dark areolas topped with nipples already stiffening in eager anticipation. I sat there slack-jawed for a couple moments not believing what was in front of me.

“Alan bought them for me about a year before we split up. He thought they might help our marriage. He wanted me to look younger and feel younger. I think he thought it might spice up our lovemaking. I guess it didn’t do enough, though,” she said.

“His loss!” I said as I reached up to touch one of the delicious orbs. I took one nipple between my fingers and rolled it back and forth, gently pulling on it and flicking it. Emily gasped and moaned softly as I toyed with her. Her nipple grew fat and taunt under my fingers and I knew it wanted more attention.

I pulled her closer so that her now freed breasts were within reach of my mouth. I caught one of the free swinging breasts and sucked the nipple in between my teeth, biting it gently and sucking on the stiff, sensitive bud.

“Ohhh...” Emily said, her fingers sinking into the back of the sofa cushion as my tongue and teeth played with her nipple. With one hand I held her around the waist and with the other, I played with her other breast, mauling it and sinking my fingers into the soft pliable flesh.

I licked and sucked on her nipples, alternating so neither one felt neglected and both got equal service. Emily moaned as my teeth, tongue, and hand worked over her sensitive and very lovely breasts.

Emily was getting quite aroused by now and as I snacked on her tender nipples, she began grinding on my lap. At this point I had a rather sizable bulge in my jeans that was getting a bit uncomfortable. But she ground down on it, finding it to her liking apparently from the sounds she was making. I could feel her rolling over my hard cock and making little mewling sounds as it hit certain spots.

After a few moments of this I stood up, pulling her up with me. Her dress slipped down around her ankles as she stood and I held her hand to steady her as she stepped from it. This left her wearing only her panties, stockings and black high-heeled pumps. She looked phenomenal!

Without saying a word, I took her by the hand and started down the hallway. Since I had only ever been in the living room, I wasn’t familiar with the layout of the house so I peeked into the first room I came to. It happened to be her office, but she directed me from there.

“The bedroom is the last door on the left,” she said and I headed for it. I took her into the bedroom and shut the door. I pinned her against the back of the door, holding her there with my body. I kissed her again and felt her knees start to wobble. I wasn’t worried, I had her solidly in my arms, she wasn’t going anywhere!

Emily gave in to my kiss and put her arms around my neck clutching at me like I was a lifeguard saving her from drowning. But her holding me allowed my hands to move around her to her ass and when I gripped her asscheeks, she moaned, letting me know she liked my hands there. I slipped my hands under her panties in the back to grab her asscheeks again and my hard cock bulge showing her I was also interested in more than a little makeout session on the sofa!

When I finally broke our kiss, Emily gasped. “Please Joey...” she moaned softly. She didn’t need to say anything more. I took her over to the bed and I sat down on the edge of the bed drawing her close. I noted that she was wet – the front of her panties had a nice wet spot where she had soaked through during our making out. I looked up at her when I discovered that and she was blushing like a schoolgirl! It was so cute!

Returning my attention to the task at hand, I started rubbing the front of her panties and feeling her pussy under the silky fabric. She was swaying so much from my caresses, she had to put her hands on my shoulders to keep from falling over! With her in such an obviously aroused state, it was time I took control of her.

“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there,” I told her, “Now don’t move them until I tell you to, or else!” She smiled at me and did as I told her. When her hands were safely out of the way, I reached out and began tracing my finger over her wet panties again. I traced light, teasing circles around her pussy lips and rubbed her swollen clit. I went over her pussy a few times then suddenly gave it a little swat as if I was spanking it.

“Ohh!” Emily gasped in surprise and went to shield herself with her hands.

I gave her a hard swat on her ass cheek. “I told you to keep those hands behind you!” I said, mocking anger. She put her hands behind her again, rubbing her ass. I resumed teasing her, running my fingers up and down the insides of her thighs. “Spread your legs wider,” I commanded. Emily did as I bade and stepped further apart. I rubbed her pussy harder, putting my hand between her legs and using my thumb to play with her aching clit.

Again I got her moaning and trembling and humping against my hand before I pulled away and swatted her pussy again. Once more she gasped and flinched, but this time she did not move her hands. She was learning.

“That’s better. Now take off those wet panties and hand them to me,” I said. Emily peeled her soaked panties down over her hips and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them and picked them up, handing them to me like I had said. I took the silky underthings and brought them to my nose sniffing her delightful perfume. Her musky woman scent was intoxicating and it made me a little heady as I inhaled her. She watched me fascinated and I saw her looking for a reaction.

“Mmm, such a wonderful aroma. I wonder if you taste as good as you smell?” and then suddenly I gave her wet garment a long lick, tasting her wetness.

“Ohhhh, God!” Emily said, her knees buckling a bit. I looked at her with an evil grin as she watched me licking where her pussy was moments ago.

Then I surprised her again when I suddenly stood up, spun us both around, and pushed her back against the mattress. Her knees folded and she fell back onto the mattress with a gasp. I moved up and over her, kissing her as my hand moved down to her now bare pussy.

She whimpered as she felt me touch her nakedness and my fingers parted her soft wet lips. I ran the tip of my fingers between her soft folds, feeling the heat boiling up from deep inside her. She moaned again as she felt me gather up some of her moisture and rub it over her throbbing clit.

“Your pussy is wet, Emily,” I growled at her, our foreheads touching and our lips mere inches apart.

“Yessss...” she sighed, trembling.

“Say it.”

“M-my ... pussy is wet,” she breathed.

“Yes it is. Is it wet for me, Emily? Are you wet for me?”

“Yess...”

I fingered Emily, toying with her lips and rubbing her clit but never really going inside her. She squirmed and tried pushing her hips out wanting me to enter her, but every time she did, I moved my hand away. I continued talking to her, teasing her with my voice.

“Now Emily, I know you want me and I am going give you all you want. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Would you like that?

“Please...” she whimpered.

“That’s what I thought. I’m going to fuck you, but you’re not allowed to cum without my permission, do you understand? If you cum without my permission I will spank your ass till you can’t sit down!”

She moaned as a shudder passed through her body and her eyes closed. “Please ... please, Joey...”

I smiled and with one last little squeeze of her clit between my fingers, I stood back up and began to get undressed. She sat up and watched with keen interest as I took off my t-shirt and jeans. She wanted to see what had been rubbing against her as we kissed.

In school, I was on the football team as a linebacker and in the off-season I was on the wrestling team. Because of my sports, I spent a lot of time in the gym and I was in great shape. So when I took off my shirt and Emily saw my body for the first time, she was ... impressed.

For a change, she wasn’t looking at my face, her eyes instead roamed over my chest. I noticed her slightly biting her bottom lip, and I grinned and slowly started opening my jeans.

Our eyes met once as I slowly opened one button at a time. I knew she was so turned on by now she could hardly stand it, so to tease her some more I didn’t want to take this quickly.