I woke up rather late today, my husband is away for a few days, so I not only slept in, but I woke up alone. As I laid in bed alone, I began to think about a young boy that lived with us for a short time many years ago. I thought of him probably because he recently passed away. He was the son of one of my mothers many boyfriends. The one and only boyfriend she ever had that actually molested me as a 14 year old teenager. Although his dad and I had engaged in sex on several occasions, none of which I wanted, I did really like his son that was a year older than I was. He protected me, and really treated me like his younger sister. And although I did really like him and thought the world of him, I knew also that he would secretly spy on me when I was changing or in the shower. He didn’t realize it, but I knew he was using every opportunity to see whatever he could. Although I was only 14 at the time, I had fully developed and was filling out 38D and 40D bras. So my tits were quite a site for him. I also had a full bush around my pussy, that he found pleasing to his eyes.

One afternoon, we were out behind our house, in the acreage when I approached him and let him know that I knew he had been looking at my body when he shouldn’t have been. I also let him know that his father had been molesting me, and fucking me while my mother was passed out drunk just down the hall from where I slept.

As I continued remembering these times from my youth, I began to gently play with my now shaved pussy. It felt good as I continued to remember. Billy was a really nice boy, as Ive said, he was in a lot of ways, my protecter, and I admired him for that. But, on this day, I had other things on my mind. I knew he liked me, I knew he loved my body, and I had hoped that he wanted more, because I wanted more. I wanted him to be the first boy that I actually wanted to fuck me. I wanted him to be the first that I would have consensual sex with. I knew what a cock felt like inside me, but I didn’t know what it felt like to have a cock that I really wanted, and I wanted Billy.

My fingers were now exploring the inner parts of my damp pussy, and I slowly began fingering myself as I continued to remember the first time Billy and I actually had sex together. I told Billy about what his dad had been doing to me and how I knew that Billy himself had been taking every opportunity he could t see me naked, but Billy was a little shocked when I came out and bluntly told him that I wanted him to fuck me. I told him that it didn’t bother me at all knowing that he was looking at my tits and cunt thinking that I didn’t know then what he was doing. I went on to say that I found him to be so hot, so caring and that I wanted him to fuck me. Billy was a very confident and proud young boy, he was very popular with the girls at school, and I was sure he had been involved with at least some of them in a sexual way. Billy and I locked hands, then on a soft place in amongst the trees, we laid down beside each other, and withing minutes we were kissing each other very passionately. It was so awesome, I loved it all, the tenderness, I could feel how caring and wanting he was.