It was one of those rainy days when all you want to do is sleep. I however had other things to do. This was my day to volunteer at the local library. Today was a young person lean to read day. For what ever reason children between the ages of twelve and eighteen that had poor reading skills were given two days a month to get help reading. It was my turn to volunteer for this chore.

I had four boys that I had started with some six weeks before and much to my surprise they were doing very well. One boy a tall eighteen year old had come along very quickly. At the end of the fifth session I had invited Norman to come and work for me mowing my yard and raking leaves. I had learned his mother was sick and he needed to earn some money to help out.

On Friday morning after the class he rode home with me. I showed him where the yard tools were kept and left him to do the job as he saw fit. I guess I was also testing him in a way. I wanted to see if he could make choices on his own. I felt he could since he had done a fine job with his reading skills.

Norman was a very polite young man and very handsome. Broad shoulders narrow waist slender yet sinewy and looked very strong. He came around to open the car door for me and I was pleased with his manners.

Once we arrived home he went straight to the little shed out back and got out the tools that he needed to start cleaning up the yard. About noon I called him in to ask if he would like a sandwich and a glass of milk. He came in and I sent him down the hall to clean up while I set the table.

A moment or two later I heard Norman scream. I ran down the hall and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Ouch; ouch ... God damn it hurts."

"Norman want is wrong? Are you alright?" What's the screaming about?"

"My cock, my cock is caught in my zipper. There is blood. Mother fucker it hurts."

I was surprised at his langue but all most laughed at why he was so up set. I was very stern when I said "Stop that filthy talk and zip up."

"I can't zip up there is blood. I can't touch blood. Oh, god I think I'm going to fait."

Then there was a bump on the door and I heard Norman slid to the floor. I turned the handle and pushed hard to get the door open far enough to squeeze by.

Norman had fainted and he was all twisted around half on his back with his knees pulled up.

Kneeling down I could see there was a small trickle of blood where the zipper had pinched the skin on his penis.

I fumbled with his belt and got his shorts open. I grabbed the zipper and pushed it down. It came free and his shorts came wide open. His penis was enormously long.

It was thick and there was almost no skin behind the massive head. He had been closely clipped when he was circumcised. The spot where the zipper pinched him was very tiny but there was a little drop of blood.

So I took a pad of paper off the toilet paper roll and padded the drop of blood away.

I don't know why I took his penis in my hand but I did. It had been years since I had touched a man and just looking at his cock sent shivers through my body.

I looked at his face. He was still very much passed out. So I milked his cock a few times like I used to do for my husband.

It felt good to hold a warm soft hunk of meat in my hand. I held it thinking of how I loved to milk my husbands cock and feel it grow in my hand and then when he was ready to cum I would take it into my mouth and swallow his salty thick semen.

I felt this boys cock stiffen in my hand as I slowly continued to milk it. I watched his cock grow longer and thicker.

The dark purple head had a very thick ridge around the base and the head was long with a little pink opening at the tip.

I really don't and I mean this. I don't remember bending down and taking his cock in my mouth. But I must have because when I blinked I had most of his cock in my mouth. I was sliding my mouth up and down the shaft as it grew longer and stronger. I sucked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could so I could feel the big head touch the gag spot in my throat.

I lost all track of time but the next thing I knew Norman was holding me by the head and twisting into a sitting position.

I tried to pull back but Norman held my head on his cock as he started to move his hips to and fro driving his cock into my mouth. I gave up trying to jerk my head away. I had started this and Norman was going to finish in my mouth.

"Come on Mamma, I'm Cumming. Suck my fucking cock you old bitch. Suck it, I going to fuck your brains out."

I did not what to pull away. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted this young man to cum in my mouth. I did not care what he said about me I knew this was all wrong but I did not care.

Norman came and filled my mouth three times as I swallowed each spurt and when he was done I licked is cock clean.

I sat up and leaned back against the toilet my head slumped down on my chest.

Norman stood his shorts still on the floor. He grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me up. My head was just about to his neck.

He said "Lead me to your bedroom. We may as well finish this. I think I want to fuck you."

I said nothing and lead the way down the hall to my bedroom. Norman bent me over the foot of the bed and jerked my shorts down around my ankles and very quickly spread my legs as he came up behind me.

He pushed his cock into me at an odd angle yet it felt strangely stimulating and I was aroused at this first touch. His cock was the first that had been in me in several years and it felt so wonderful I exploded quickly and then started to work with him so we could have another climax together.

Norman lifted me up so my knees were on the bed and he was on the floor. This way he got in deeper and started ramming me full of his massive cock. I climaxed for the second time and Norman followed shortly afterwards. It felt like he had as much semen the second time as he had the first.

When he finished I turned around and sat on the bed. Pulling him to me I again licked his cock clean and milked every last drop of cum out of him as I did.

"Mrs. Bennett; Mrs. Bennett."

The words came though my head as if they were sand papering their way into my soul. I opened my eyes to see Norman bending over me.

He said "Are you alright? Should I call a doctor?"

Blinking my eyes I realized I was on the kitchen floor. I was not in the bedroom and Norman was fully dressed. He helped me sit up and I asked. "How did I get here?"

Norman said "I think you passed out or fell."

I said "Oh, I'm fine. Just help me up."

Norman took me in his strong arms and lifted me to my feet.

I sat in a chair and looked at the table. It was set with the food and drinks. I don't remember falling or even feeling bad. So I told Norman to go ahead and eat while I went to lie down for a few minutes.

I went to my bedroom and my bed was made as neatly as it had been this morning. I thought I had to have been day dreaming for some reason I fainted but why was it so intents and all about sex with this young man.

I told Norman to work until he felt it was time to go home and come back in the morning to finish. He said he would and I went back to bed.

Feeling confused and in a state of utter misconnection as to why I had that highly irregular dream I fell asleep still feeling as if I had had sex.

I woke later in the early evening as the sun was setting. The sky was not fully dark but the street lights had just come on. I showered and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I stopped as I walked by the hall bath. Pushing the door open I looked in not knowing what to expect. The hand towel was misplaced on the towel bar. I took it and was going to replace it with another when I got a blurred vision of Norman using it to wipe his face. Then I saw him naked again and I saw his cock as I had before. My eyes were fixed on his cock and every detail was as it had been earlier. I wanted to touch it but I looked up at his face and he was looking at me smiling. Then everything went blank. I dropped the hand towel and stepped back into the hall. I knew something was wrong but I could not figure it out.

I sat on my screened porch sipping hot coffee and this seemed to help. I started to remember things from over forty years ago. Things I had left behind when I got married.

I had married when I was twenty and was married for twenty years and had been a widow for six. So at forty-six; I felt old beyond my years. I had gained a few pounds and my hips were a little wider than a few years ago. I guess I had let my self go and made the decision right there and then to start getting back into shape. There was a new club that offered a special for new members that had just opened. I made a note to call in the morning.

Looking out across the back yard I noticed that Norman had really done a lot as there was a very large pile of leaves out by the corner of the garage. I'd call the city and see if they pick up or if I have to bag leaves. That was when I remember Mr. Harrling down the street had said he would like all the leaves I had as he composted them for his garden.

I'd call him in the morning also.

I refilled my cup and noticed the time. It was early yet so I called Mr. Harrling and told him there was a large pile of leaves at the back of my yard. He thanked me and said he'd be right down to pick them up. I said tomorrow was fine as the young man doing my yard work would have more tomorrow.

He said that was fine but he would come down anyway as he had nothing to do and the evening was still young. We hung up and I thought he sounded absolutely happy about a few leaves. My coffee refilled I heard a lawn tractor rattling down the alley.

Mr. Harrling parked in the alley and waved at me as he walked toward the porch.

As he approached I noticed he was limping. Then I remembered he was retired from the military. He was short thick and carried himself straight and looked to be in excellent health. I had no ideas how old a man he was but he had gray hair at the temples. He was a handsome man that I had never thought of in this way before. But I thought why was I thinking of this man.

I knew he was a widower and maybe that was my down fall. I was beginning to get the feeling that I needed a mate again. After six years I was feeling the urge to once more be full filled as a woman.

"Evening Mrs. Bennett." He said as he stepped up on the steps. He stopped and waited to be asked in.

I said "Evening Mr. Harrling. Would like a cup of coffee? Fresh brewed."

He opened the screen down and said "Don't mind if I do. Thank you. I enjoy a good cup of coffee but don't often fix a pot just for myself."

I had forgotten I was only wearing a cotton robe and if fell apart up to my thighs as I stood. Gathering it about me I told him to sit and I'd get him a cup. He sat on the swing across from my wicker chair with a small table between us.

"Lovely fall evening." He said as I handed him the cup.

"Yes; I suspect there will only be a few more before the first frost." I paused and then said "Will you have a garden next spring?"

He said "I've got a hot house now so I'll have a bit of a garden all winter."

I had not been down the alley for a while and told him I had not noticed his hothouse.

He invited me down to see it and I said I would like to see it. But I had never been into gardening but there I was telling this man I would like to see his hot house. Was I flirting with him? Was he flirting with me?

"Would you like another cup Mr. Harrling?" I asked as I stood again. My robe once again fell open to my thighs. I did not pull it too this time. I was such a flirt.

"Yes one more than I'll gather those leaves up before it gets too dark to see." He said.

I said "There is a light on the corner of the garage I can turn on for you to see."

He did not answer me right away. I looked at him and he was looking at my legs.

I had never done much physical work but yet I knew my legs were well shaped. I let him look. I liked it and it made me feel good to think someone was interested in me or at least my legs.