Chapter 2

My alarm went off at 6:30 am. I got up and took a shower before dressing and going downstairs to the kitchen. My mother was at the kitchen counter making breakfast as she usually is at this time of the morning, but it was so quiet it was eerie. No dad bustling around getting ready for work, kissing mom good morning as he cops a feel of her ass that would make her jump and slap at his hand. She would tell him for the millionth time, ‘not in front of Doug,’ and dad would wink at me, pat me on the back and ask about my plans for the day as he waited for mom to put his coffee in his travel mug. Then he would kiss her goodbye and head out the door for work to get a jump on the traffic.

I looked at my mom—almost forty and very attractive for her age. I tried to imagine some guy with my mother beside my dad. I could not do it. When my dad was around, they were always laughing and touching and cuddling on the couch as they watched TV or just relaxing together. It was not unusual for me to see them head to their bedroom as early as 9:00 pm hand-in-hand. It seemed like they had a healthy sex life, and money certainly was not an issue. So what could possibly make her do such a thing? Instead of waiting for my breakfast, I went back to my room to get my school books.

Mom was putting eggs on a plate for me when she asked, “Where are you going, Doug? Breakfast is ready.”

“I’m not hungry. I’m going to school.” I replied more harshly than I should have. I headed out the door. I didn’t even kiss her on the cheek like I always did before I left. She stood wringing her hands and crying as she watched me leave.

I was an hour early for my first class. I sat in the parking lot, racking my brain for any reason my mother would do such a thing. I still had not come up with any plausible explanation when I saw students heading into the building. I sat through my first and second periods before I went to the nurse’s office and said I was not feeling well and was going home. I needed to confront my mother and get some answers.

I walked in the unlocked front door and was just about to go into the kitchen when I heard mom talking on her cell phone. I stopped and listened to her conversation.

“He found out Alice, and he left yesterday. I don’t know what I am going to do ... Yes, Doug knows. I could not have him blame Don. That would be so unfair ... I know I am sick, and even if I could stop, I don’t think Don would forgive me ... Tell him? How could I tell him? Hey, Honey, I like fucking young guys. The younger the better. Can you live with that? If I had told him that, he would have walked out years ago.”

I walked into the kitchen and took the phone from my mom. “Hey, Aunt Alice, Mom has to go.” I disconnected the call and handed her phone back. “What’s with you, Mom? Airing our dirty laundry to Aunt Alice. What’s with this young guy shit?”

Mom looked defiant as she took her phone back from me, “Because Aunt Alice already knows, and she is the only one that understands what I am going through.”

“Well, make me understand. Because right now, I cannot think of one reason why you would, you would, would...”

“Have sex with someone other than your father?” Mom finished for me.

”YES!”I yelled.

“Then sit down and don’t interrupt me,” Mom yelled back at me. Then in a calmer voice, “You are not going to like what you hear. You are going to judge me harshly and hate me more than you do now. But I will not lie to you or make excuses for what I did.

It all started about nine years ago when I took you and a couple of your friends to the park. I watched you and your friends playing on the swings and slides. Some older kids were skateboarding on the sidewalk. A few folks were sitting on blankets or at picnic tables and taking in the sights. I was sitting on a bench outside the kid’s play area where I could keep an eye on you and your friends.

I noticed that one of the boys skateboarding kept looking at me and smiling. The bench was not facing the playground, and I realized as I was turned sideways on the bench to keep an eye on you and your friends that my legs were open and he was getting a good look up my skirt. He could not have been more than fourteen or fifteen years old. For some unknown reason, I opened my legs a bit more, pretending I was unaware of him. I let him look for about a minute, then closed my legs. He continued to skate back and forth as he looked over at me. I gave him another show. This time I smiled at him before I closed my legs to let him know I knew he was looking. It was a momentary bit of playfulness. It was all a game to me at the time. An exciting and titillating game. It gave me a bit of a thrill to tease the boy.

I looked at my watch, and it was time to take you and your friends home. I could not stop thinking about what I had done as I drove to Billy’s house to drop him off and then to Greg’s house. When I stopped at your friend Greg’s, his mother asked if you could stay for supper. Our life might have been completely different today if she had not asked you to stay for supper. I said you could stay and I would pick you up in a couple of hours. Instead of going home, I went back to the park.

I sat on the same bench and watched the skateboarders. At first, I did not see the kid I had flashed and almost left. But then I spotted him eating a sandwich at the picnic table. I watched him eat his sandwich and drink a bottle of water before he cleaned up the picnic table and threw his trash in the trash barrel. He put his backpack back on and started skating again for a couple of minutes before he spotted me. When he stopped and looked at me and smiled. I opened my legs and even pulled my skirt up an inch or two just long enough to flash him. There were too many people around to be too blatant about it. He walked over and stood not more than one foot from me when he grabbed himself through his basketball shorts very suggestively. His aggressiveness gave me the courage to do what I did next.

I stood up and asked him if he wanted to go with me for a ride. He tucked his skateboard under his arm and said sure, so we walked to my car. I unlocked the doors for him to get in the passenger seat. I drove from the park to St. Mary’s cemetery and parked in the back under the trees. I turned in my seat and asked him if he liked looking up my skirt. He told me he did, and he liked my legs. I turned sideways in the seat. My back was to the door when I put my feet on the console and spread my legs. I was not wearing any pantyhose, so he had a clear view all the way up to my panties. I hiked my skirt up to the top of my thighs. I was getting such a thrill out of teasing this kid. I wasn’t sure how far I would go, but I did want to see if I could get him to take his shorts off. I reached between my legs, pulled my panties aside, and exposed my pussy to him. “Is that better.”

He had the cutest smile as he stared at my pussy, “Oh yeah, lady, much better.”

“Why don’t you take yours out so we can both have something nice to look at while we play with ourselves?” I started touching myself as I watched him push his shorts and underwear down. Then I told him what I wanted him to do, “You can watch me, but I want to watch you too. Show me how you play with yourself.”

He took his cock in his hand and started to jerk off. “Wow, lady, I never saw a girl play with herself before.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“What do you do besides kiss, if I may ask?”

“We touch.” He pointed to his cock. “You know, down there.”

I could feel myself getting wetter and more excited. “Is that all?” I wanted to know how far he had gone with his girlfriend. I thought it might give me an idea of what he was comfortable with.

He shrugged, “Pretty much.”

Apparently, they had not gotten too far. But it sounded like it might be safe to touch him, “Can I touch you down there?” I’m pretty sure the boy’s cock had not reached its full adult size yet, but that was not important to me at the time. What was important was that I could excite him and the sexual high I was getting from performing forbidden acts with him.

“Sure. I guess so.” He shrugged whch I took as permission to touch him sexually. With the car’s console between us, I found the space restricting. I wanted to get closer to him. My mind was racing as I contemplated which sex act he would be willing to participate in. At that moment, As I held his cock and looked at the young boy, I knew I would not stop him, even to the point of having intercourse with him.

“Come on, let’s get in the back seat. It will be more fun there.” He pulled up his shorts, and we got out and got in the back seat. I sat so close my hip was touching his. He pushed his shorts down again, and I took off my panties and pulled my skirt halfway up my thighs. I reached over and took his cock in my hand. I thought I might cum right then. He put his head back as I started to jerk him off. Being close to him, I could smell the sweat on him from skateboarding and the excitement of what we were doing. I could smell the musk from his groin. I changed from my sitting position and knelt on the seat next to him as I played with him. I took his hand and put it between my legs. “Touch me. Rub my pussy, Honey.”

He seemed surprised when he touched me, “Oh wow, you’re all wet.”

“Yes, I am. You are making me very wet. That’s a good thing when you make a girl wet. That means she likes what you are doing. When a woman gets this wet, she likes to do things for her man. Did you ever have a girl put your cock in her mouth and lick it?”

His eyes opened wide in excitement, “You mean like a blowjob.”

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

“No, never. Nobody ever did that to me. Wow, are you going to do that?”

“Yes, I am, and you are in for a very special treat.” Still, on my knees, I leaned over and put my face in his lap as I took the head of his cock in my mouth and started sucking and licking. I continued jerking him off. I needed to get him off quickly. My pussy was screaming for attention. His fumbling fingers were not doing it for me. It did not take long before he shot cum in my mouth. I swallowed that first taste before I let go of his cock and sat back. I watched as he took his cock back into his own hand as his legs trembled. He was still shooting cum when I had my back against the door with both feet on the seat, and my legs spread, and I masturbated myself quickly to an orgasm as he watched me. I watched him jerk off till the last of his cum oozed from his cock.

We cleaned up with some handy wipes. I became concerned about the time. I pulled up my panties and kissed him, “Now, wasn’t that fun.”

“Yeah, it sure was.”

I felt I better take him back to the park. “I better get you back to the park before your friends miss you.”

“Yeah, okay.”

I drove him back to the park. I could hardly sit still in the driver’s seat after I dropped him off and went to pick you up at Greg’s. I kept running over and over in my mind what I had done. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I was on an emotional high for a week. I think I fucked your father four times that week.

A couple of weeks later, I could still not stop thinking about what I had done with that kid. Your dad was working, and I dropped you off at your friend’s house for the afternoon. Instead of going home, I went to the park, and as luck would have it, he was there. We went to the same spot. His name was Paul. I will never forget that because he was my first. We got in the back seat, and I took my panties off before pulling my skirt up to the top of my thighs as I watched him push his pants down. I told him to play with himself as I started to play with myself. I watched him for a couple of minutes as he watched me. He had such an intense look on his face as he stroked himself and watched me rub my clit with my middle finger.

He was a brazen little kid and asked if I was going to blow him again. I told him no, but this time he could fuck me. He seemed more than happy with that and let go of his cock. I stopped playing with myself and spread my legs to give him room to mount me.

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

He got between my legs, and I helped him put his cock in me. His head came up to just under my chin as he lay on top of me. He had his basketball shorts around his ankles. He did a passing job of fucking me but came much too soon to get me off. It wasn’t about his expertise. It was the thrill I was getting from doing it with a kid still struggling with puberty. I liked exposing myself to him. I liked masturbating while he watched. I liked touching him and sucking his boy cock. I enjoyed showing him where to put it to fuck me. The look on his face when he got his cock in me and again when he came. This was our second time together, and I didn’t feel a need to rush him back to the park like I did last time. I masturbated while he rested and watched me. He had another erection by the time I shuddered with an orgasm. I rested for a minute and asked him if he wanted me to jerk him off or give him a blow job. He said a blow job, as I expected her would. It took a while for me to get him off. I felt we were both satisfied, and it was time to get him back to the park.