This story is a work of fiction. It is meant for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone any of the acts depicted in this story.

Back in the early 80’s there really wasn’t any anti-pedo hysteria like there is today. And no one would ever suspect a woman of being a pedo. Even if I got caught, which I admit I did a few times, the attitude was usually “lucky boy”.

One favorite was Bobby. I lived in a rather run down mobile home park, they were always great hunting grounds for kids. There was a pool, although not much of one, it was small and didn’t get used a whole lot.

I started seeing Bobby there. Like a lot of my targets, he was always alone, also a bit (ok a lot) on the fat side. He usually ran around in either cut off jeans or his swim trunks, no shirt or shoes.

I started chatting with him at the pool, found out he was 14, that his mom worked second shift at a fast food place, and that he really didn’t have many friends. I started inviting him to my place to “hang out”, usually treated him to some ice cream or cookies or something.

As we talked he predictably started complaining about his mom, how she still treated him like a kid, etc. I of course said I thought he was plenty grown up, and would treat him like one. I told him at my place he could cuss, or drink, or smoke, or whatever the hell he wanted.

“Really?” (Why do they always ask that?)

“Fuck yes, say whatever the fuck you want!” I would assure him.

“Hot damn, so mother fucking cool!” After that I think every other word was fuck.

I started my next move by letting him see me in my bra and panties. His eyes bugged out when he came in and saw me in a sheer bra and thong panties. I thought I was gonna have to pick his jaw up off the floor! I just laughed and said “What? It’s no big deal, doesn’t show much that my swimsuit doesn’t.”

When I knew his mom would be gone I even let him have a few sips of beer, basically I’d share mine with him. I knew he was primed, so one day carefully laid out my bedroom with porn mags and sex toys.

Bobby came over, and I told him I’d left something in the bedroom would he go get it for me? I hear “Holy shit!” coming from there, and went to “see what was the matter”.

He was staring at all the mags, I said something like hadn’t he ever seen porn before. Of course he said he had, so I said “oh good let’s look at a few”. I sat beside him, and began looking at some, and he eagerly did the same.

I’d point out some sexy position or woman, saying how much I liked that. “How about you, show me some of your favorites.” So he did, picking out a few pics he seemed to like.

Now usually I would stop there, then maybe next time talk about masturbation, offer to let them use my place. Then on a future visit say I was horny too, let’s do it together. After that it was a easy trip to kiddy fucking.

But Bobby, I could tell he was special, he was so blatantly horny it was funny. So I figured what the hell and jumped right in.

“I’m getting so horny Bobby.” I told him, openly rubbing the crotch of my panties. “I need to masturbate. Don’t you need to?”