I Really Love My Son Part I

Note : This story is completely fictional!

My name is Kay. I am a single divorced mother, 39 years old, with a 16-year-old son. When the story began, we lived in a two-bedroom garden apartment a small city in Pennsylvania. My husband flew the coop about three years ago. I work at a Real Estate Office, so I am making decent money with the real estate booming in the last few years. I am petite, about five ft. two, with short blond hair. I think I have a decent 120 lb body with pert breasts. I jog and work out to keep in shape. I have an occasional date, but most of the men I meet are married and want to have an affair or the single ones are scared off by the responsibility of raising a teen. So my social life is nil. A few months ago, I was experiencing a family problem. My son Bob was coming home after school, slamming the door and staying in his room. I tried to talk with him, but he just muttered. Even his appetite was poor. Usually, he was more cooperative and outgoing; so I am worried. Finally, I called Beth, who has a teen-age son, Charlie, in Bob’s school. Beth lived in a rental house, about a mile from my apartment, and has been a good friend since my divorce. A few years earlier, she had to kick out her husband for cheating on her. Beth tells me not to worry; she will get the scoop from Charlie. The next day, she called. “The boys are teasing Bob in his class because his penis is small, as they discovered in the restroom.” I am flabbergasted at this news. I really don’t know what do. This is the one time when having a male around would help. Beth listened quietly for a few minutes and said that she may be able to help. She will get back to me. A couple of hours later, she called and asked me to come on over to talk in private. After a five-minute walk, I rang her doorbell. Beth invited me in and we sat down for some coffee. She asked me if I would swear what she is going to tell me remains between us. I agreed. 

Beth told me that a few years ago, two divorced women with teen-aged boys were concerned that their sons were going to get into trouble. They were dating girls who were sexually active. And they were worried that like so many boys, sex would lead to pregnancy, early marriage and ruined lives. They wanted their sons to have a chance at college or technical schools, to make a better life. So they had a creative idea. There would form a secret club with several other divorced women with similar problems and provide a sexual outlet to their respective sons. And the beauty was that many of the mothers would have some well-deserved affection and reduce pressures to marry another jerk. They developed a set of rules: Minimum age for the boy is sixteen. Only mothers with boys would be eligible. And the eligibility would cease when the boy became nineteen or left home. A founder mom would maintain the only membership list to preserve privacy. To further preserve privacy, moms and sons would wear masks at the liaisons. Sex would be restricted to a controlled environment in a member’s house on pre-selected evenings. No moms could have sex with their own sons. And no S & M was allowed. Moms and sons would have to be tested for STD. Moms would have to sign a paper that they were knowingly enrolled their sons. Moms also would have to make a commitment to keep physically fit. And the boys would have to commit to passing grades and good behavior in school. And most important, no one could tell anybody about the club without the approval of the two Club Founders, who had to approve new members. If some one broke the rules, they would immediately be expelled. 

One of the founding mothers had big house on a quiet rural road, left to her by her rich ex-husband. It had five bedrooms. It served as the house in which the liaisons occurred. Every Friday and Saturday nights, members would gather based on a pre-determined schedule. There were two groups of moms and sons, team A and team B. Moms were not on the same team as their sons. If a mom had her period or was sick, she would have to provide advance notice. Another mom would have to substitute on the team. As time went on, mothers, whose sons had graduated from the club, served as volunteer substitutes. 

The club started with four members and eventually grew to eight and stayed at that level. One Mom had just graduated so there was a vacancy. Beth had gotten approval from one of the Founders to ask me to join and enroll Bob. I am completely stunned by the story. But I can’t help but be intrigued. “I assume you and Charlie are members.” “Yes, we are, and it is the best thing I have ever done for my son. Charlie has matured by the experience and knows that he has to tow the line in school and with teenaged pussy or he is out. And frankly, I have had a terrific time. My sex life is the best that I have ever had, and when, I do go on a date, I am in control for the first time. If I do have sex outside the club, I make sure it is safe sex, because I could hardly stand the thought of Charlie being expelled. Charlie doesn’t know that I am a member because I drop him off in front and then leave. On rare occasions I might have to participate on the same night as Charlie. I park down the block and go in the back door and don my mask.” I wonder how would I know if Bob is having a good experience. Beth anticipated the question. “One of the bedrooms has a tape machine, which the boys do not know. Boys are rotated through that room and the tapes are provided to the mothers for their viewing. Then they are destroyed. This also keeps the moms from going astray with weird sexual practices, as they don’t know when the tape machine is on. There is one other thing that you should know; the members have accorded special privileges to the two Founder Moms. They get the first opportunity to initiate new members. And the two founders can remain active, even though their sons have become nineteen.”

That night I am laying in bed, mulling over Beth’s invitation. At first, I was repulsed. But it could be the answer to Bob’s problems. And the club presented a lot of positives. The more I thought about it, the more it stroked my senses and I began to fantasize. I pictured images of young naked men and women caressing and massaging. My own love juices began to flow and I found my panties becoming wet. My body shuddered from the touch of my finger stroking my moist clitoris. I used two fingers from my other hand to frig vigorously inside my vagina as I rose up on my haunches. Since my ex left, I hadn’t been shy about masturbating but the eroticism of the images of naked young men and older women in my mind heightened my sensations. Soon, I was gasping for air and huge climax broke over my body. As I laid my sweaty head back on the pillow, I came to a decision to try the club. I rationalized that I could always withdraw, if it didn’t work out. The next morning I called Beth and asked her what the next steps would be. She said one of the Founder Moms would be in touch. Her name was Shelia.

That evening Shelia called. She asked if I understood the rules of the Club as she repeated what Beth had told me. She sounded very friendly and upbeat, and she told me that so far no one had been expelled or dropped out, though there had been one school situation that caused a warning to be issued. She asked for a few details about Bob’ lifestyle, and requested that I bring Bob to her house tomorrow afternoon after school. She knew about his problems from Beth. She said that Moms usually found it easier for her to tell their sons about the Club in private. I could wait in another room. Shelia answered the door when Bob and I arrived promptly at 4 pm. She was about 45, attractive with gray streaks in her black hair. She had a friendly smile and after a few pleasantries, asked Bob to come with her into her home office. After about 30 minutes, she reappeared with Bob in tow. He had a dazed expression on his face as he looked down at his shoes. Then Shelia asked me to come to her office, while Bob waited. She said that after an initial reaction of disbelief, Bob thought the Club was something he was willing to try. She gave me an enrollment paper to fill out with the club rules on the bottom. It also asked for my measurements. I wrote them down and signed. She suggested that I not talk about the Club with Bob between now and Friday, as he was assigned to Team 1. I was assigned to Team 2, which met on Saturday. He was to come promptly at 7:30 PM. If there were another car in the driveway, I would wait until it left before dropping him off. I would receive a call on my cell phone when to pick him up. It would likely be between 9:30 and 10 pm. On Saturday, I should show up about 7:45 pm, drive to the rear of the house, park in the driveway, and enter through the back door. On Monday, I could come to Shelia’s at 10:00 AM to see the tape. As we were driving home, I tried to discern Bob’s mood. He seemed to be struggling with his emotions. As Shelia suggested, I was silent. On Friday morning, I reminded Bob to be home promptly, so we could have an early dinner. He nodded. On the way to Shelia’s house, he seemed a bit uptight. No one was in the driveway, so I pulled up and left him off. At about 9, I received a phone call to pick him up at 9:30 pm. On our drive home, he was lost in reverie. I noticed that his facial muscles were relaxed and he seemed tired. After some TV and a snack, he headed for bed. He gave me a tight hug and said, "I love you mom," which was unusual for him. I took it for a vote of gratitude.

The next night, I tell Bob that I am going out with a few friends. I arrive promptly at 7:45 pm. There are two cars parked in the driveway as I entered the house. Shelia greets me fondly with a big hug. She shows me some masks on the table for my selection and guides me to one of the bedrooms. She points to a silky nightgown and the lacy underwear lying on the bed. She talks to me as I change. Since this is my first time at the Club, she has chosen one of the older boys to be my partner. He has been in the Club for two years and knows how to give pleasure as well as receive. The younger ones had to be guided a bit, but they caught on quickly. She tells me that no matter what we did together, all the boys like oral sex and that should be part of scene. Then she leaves and soon there is a knock on the door. In walks this six-foot tall boy with a great set of abs. He wears a robe, but his eight-inch penis is noticeably erect, pushing the robe forward. I couldn’t remember any date that was that well hung, including my ex-husband. He glances at my body and my 34B bosom, which was still firm and perky. I am glad that I had kept myself in good shape, as this evening would certainly test my mettle. Though I enjoy my dildo, I prefer direct action. Our masks inhibit eye contact, but also, seemed to release any inhibitions that I would have felt. I feel free to explore as I lay back on the bed and reached out my hand, motioning him to join me. He caresses my breasts and moves his hand down my stomach to the number one erogenous zone. I still have on my lace panties, so I could feel his hand only indirectly. I think to myself that it is better for me to take him off first, to relieve the incipient pressure of his youth-driven testosterone to prolong our overall enjoyment. I know that young studs could have multiple ejaculations. “Do you like to be sucked” I cooed. “You bet,” he responds. I begin licking his swollen testicles. It is clear, he is ready to cumm, but I try to prolong the pleasure by licking his penis, rather than sucking. I hear him gasp for breath, as my tongue goes around his penis head and around his massive cock. When I think he can’t hold on any longer, I put his throbbing penis in my mouth and use my upper mouth and lips as pressure points. I cup my hands over his testicles to provide warmth as I suck him with an upward motion. OOOOOOHH, he cries out. Oh, Yessssss!!!!!! As he presses forward from his hips and he ejaculates his jism into my waiting mouth. I almost gag, as the considerable liquid hits the back of my mouth. It’s so much that I have to remove my mouth before he is finished, so I jack him with my hand for the final spurt. I go to the bathroom to spit out the salty residue and bring back a warm wet washcloth to clear the stickiness away. 

I wasn’t sure I should ask him his name. But he says it is okay. His name was Cleve. 
“Cleve, would you like to give me some pleasure.” “Sure, what would like to do,” he said with a huskiness in his voice. “My pussy is wet and could use a good suck and then I would like you to penetrate that huge penis of yours into me. I haven’t had a good fucking for a long time.” I pull my lace panties down, and he leans his head and body against me and begins licking like a real pro. He obviously has the experience that Shelia mentioned. His tongue darts in and around my clitoris as I begin to feel the heat of passion rising slowly but surely. “Ummmmm, that’s great. You really are good with your tongue. Stick your finger in my vagina and rub around till you find a little rough area on the upper part behind my bone. That is a special spot. Rub it gently.” He found my G-Spot and I was off to the moon. Good boy that he was; he keeps sucking while he is fingering me. Then, I tell him to just concentrate on sucking and licking. After a few more minutes of pure pleasure, my body starts to convulse as an intense climax hits me. I felt that I ejaculated, which I rarely did. “Stop sucking me,” I cry out as he over stimulates my sensitive, vibrating clitoris. After I catch my breath, I note that his penis was again in full erection. Someone told me that women hit their peak sexuality between 35 and 45, while men are declining after 25. The 20 plus years difference in Cleve and my ages makes for perfect sexual harmony. 

I now had a daring thought. Since Cleve was much taller than me, either I could straddle him or better yet, he could kneel on the bed and I could put my legs against his shoulders. I bet none of the other moms had done that to him. This way I could get maximum vaginal tightness and when he leaned forward, his pubic hair would rub against my clitoris. I did this once with my ex-husband and I had maximum clitoral and vaginal pleasure. However, it was a real strain on him and he almost folded away when he ejaculated. So we never did it again. I explain the choices to Cleve. He was up to it. He put his penis into me and completely fills my tight pussy with his length and girth. I have second thoughts but what the hell. I raise my legs up, which tightened my vaginal wall around his penis. Fortunately, I was well lubricated, but I told him to slowly move in and out, because I didn’t want to tear. Eventually, we got into a slow moving rhythm, as I relax. He had great control and my vagina starts to pulsate with pleasure. After a few minutes, I tell him to stop because I am not able to move my body enough to begin inevitable climb toward climax. I filed this technique away for someone with a smaller penis. Instead, I went into the doggy position, and directed him come into me from behind. This was perfect as he fills me up and can pump in and out at will. It doesn’t take long for him to ejaculate into me, as he collapses forward. My vaginal wall begins twitching with the moisture from his sperm and the final thrusts of his penis, and I have a vaginal climax, with multiple orgasmic constrictions. 

I glance at my watch on the table and was surprised to see that it was after nine. Time flies when you’re having fun. I didn’t think Cleve was ready to stop, but I need to moderate our time together. I give him a few kisses and tell him that he is a great lover and that I look forward to seeing him again. He got his robe on and left, while I buzzed Shelia, as she had asked. I shower and dress in my regular clothes, make the bed, and neatly fold the nightwear on the dresser. A few moments later, Shelia knocks on the door and escorts me out. I remind her that I will see her Monday before work to view Bob’s tape. She nods 

Monday morning, I knocked on Shelia’s door at the appointed time. She lets me in and after a few pleasantries, and questions me regarding my experiences. I gave her a quick overview and tell her that I was well satisfied and hoped the boy was as well. She says that Cleve was impressed, which I assume is a compliment. We go to the TV room, and Shelia draws the curtains and shuts off the lights. She turns on the VCR and sits down near me on the couch. She explains that when each boy comes into the house, they are escorted into a room where they can relax and enjoy a few snacks, while they wait. One by one, they are called into a room where they undress and put on their mask. Since Bob is a new member, one of the Founding Moms tells him what to expect during the evening after the others boys have left. He is not asked to undress at this time. The second Founding Mom serves as the “sex teacher” for the new initiate, including the removal of his clothes, and that is what is on the tape. The tape begins to roll. I see Bob coming into the room, being greeted by Shelia. Shelia has a robe wrapped tightly around her. Shelia is talking to Bob, and then begins to undress him. He lets her do it and actually helps her when she has a hard time unbuttoning his pants. Soon he is naked except for his underpants. Shelia is talking again and then takes his hand and rubs it against her thigh and then puts it inside her robe against her breast. Bob looks completely focused. Shelia takes off his underpants and says something to him. Shelia verbalizes to me that she tried at this stage to put him at ease and compliment him on the wonderful shape of his erection. My eyes are glued to screen. Yes, Bob’s penis is on the small side, but it is wide in girth and could eventually sprout as he hits a growth spurt, since my ex had six inches. Shelia is laying back on the bed now as she opens her robe to reveal her full body. She is not too bad. Her breasts are fulsome and while she is bit pudgy, she is in pretty good shape. Obviously, she is quite experienced with shy youngsters. She takes his penis and rubs it between her breasts. Then she takes his hand and moves it first to her breasts and then to her vulva. Sheila tells me that she is explaining women’s erogenous zones to him and while he might not get it fully at this stage, he was a good pupil. She knows that Bob is now hyper with sexual tension that he has never experienced before. First she takes his penis in her hand, opens her legs and guides his penis toward her vaginal opening. First she rubs the penis head around her labia and clitoris, obviously stimulating to both of them. Then, she guides him inside of her with her legs inside of his. This way she can give him a very tight feel around his small penis using her vaginal walls to good use. He lays on top her and begins fucking, gradually increasing his speed. Though the camera is about 10 feet away from the scene, you can see Bob’s rectal muscles tense as he ejaculates his sperm into the first woman he has had. I believe that Shelia is overcome with this virginal experience and I can see her head toss wildly from side to side as she hugs Bob tightly. Her body is shuddering, as he falls on top of her. She keeps him inside while she catches her breath and takes his hands to play with her breasts and nipples. He doesn’t need much encouragement. This goes on for quite some time and then the miracle of youth occurs; his penis begins to rise again. I know because Shelia lets him out of her vagina, and his penis is completely erect. Then Shelia caresses and masturbates him until he is ready to come again. She then takes his swollen member in her mouth and sucks him until he ejaculates again. Bob looks a bit shocked initially, but seems to revel in this new experience. The tape ends. “Well, what do you think?” “I think you were very sensitive to his needs.” “Then you will stay in the Club.” Even the suggestion that I might leave shocks me. “Absolutely!” “The other founding Mom will be with Bob next Friday,” Shelia asserts. “She is the only other person who knows about the teasing he has been experiencing. She is equally experienced and understanding. She and I will discuss whether he is ready for our other mothers after that. If you want to see Bob’s next tape, let me know.” As I leave the house, I feel like a voyeur watching a forbidden experience from a distance. My motherly and erotic feelings were mixed together in a cauldron of swirling emotions. I had to get home to sort these feelings. The cool air hit my body as I was walking to the car and I was shocked that my pants were moist with moisture. What kind of person was I becoming?

My name is Kay. I am a single divorced mother, 39 years old, with a 16-year-old son. When the story began, we lived in a two-bedroom garden apartment a small city in Pennsylvania. My husband flew the coop about three years ago. I work at a Real Estate Office, so I am making decent money with the real estate booming in the last few years. I am petite, about five ft. two, with short blond hair. I think I have a decent 120 lb body with pert breasts. I jog and work out to keep in shape. I have an occasional date, but most of the men I meet are married and want to have an affair or the single ones are scared off by the responsibility of raising a teen. So my social life is nil. A few months ago, I was experiencing a family problem. My son Bob was coming home after school, slamming the door and staying in his room. I tried to talk with him, but he just muttered. Even his appetite was poor. Usually, he was more cooperative and outgoing; so I am worried. Finally, I called Beth, who has a teen-age son, Charlie, in Bob’s school. Beth lived in a rental house, about a mile from my apartment, and has been a good friend since my divorce. A few years earlier, she had to kick out her husband for cheating on her. Beth tells me not to worry; she will get the scoop from Charlie. The next day, she called. “The boys are teasing Bob in his class because his penis is small, as they discovered in the restroom.” I am flabbergasted at this news. I really don’t know what do. This is the one time when having a male around would help. Beth listened quietly for a few minutes and said that she may be able to help. She will get back to me. A couple of hours later, she called and asked me to come on over to talk in private. After a five-minute walk, I rang her doorbell. Beth invited me in and we sat down for some coffee. She asked me if I would swear what she is going to tell me remains between us. I agreed. 

Beth told me that a few years ago, two divorced women with teen-aged boys were concerned that their sons were going to get into trouble. They were dating girls who were sexually active. And they were worried that like so many boys, sex would lead to pregnancy, early marriage and ruined lives. They wanted their sons to have a chance at college or technical schools, to make a better life. So they had a creative idea. There would form a secret club with several other divorced women with similar problems and provide a sexual outlet to their respective sons. And the beauty was that many of the mothers would have some well-deserved affection and reduce pressures to marry another jerk. They developed a set of rules: Minimum age for the boy is sixteen. Only mothers with boys would be eligible. And the eligibility would cease when the boy became nineteen or left home. A founder mom would maintain the only membership list to preserve privacy. To further preserve privacy, moms and sons would wear masks at the liaisons. Sex would be restricted to a controlled environment in a member’s house on pre-selected evenings. No moms could have sex with their own sons. And no S & M was allowed. Moms and sons would have to be tested for STD. Moms would have to sign a paper that they were knowingly enrolled their sons. Moms also would have to make a commitment to keep physically fit. And the boys would have to commit to passing grades and good behavior in school. And most important, no one could tell anybody about the club without the approval of the two Club Founders, who had to approve new members. If some one broke the rules, they would immediately be expelled. 

One of the founding mothers had big house on a quiet rural road, left to her by her rich ex-husband. It had five bedrooms. It served as the house in which the liaisons occurred. Every Friday and Saturday nights, members would gather based on a pre-determined schedule. There were two groups of moms and sons, team A and team B. Moms were not on the same team as their sons. If a mom had her period or was sick, she would have to provide advance notice. Another mom would have to substitute on the team. As time went on, mothers, whose sons had graduated from the club, served as volunteer substitutes. 

The club started with four members and eventually grew to eight and stayed at that level. One Mom had just graduated so there was a vacancy. Beth had gotten approval from one of the Founders to ask me to join and enroll Bob. I am completely stunned by the story. But I can’t help but be intrigued. “I assume you and Charlie are members.” “Yes, we are, and it is the best thing I have ever done for my son. Charlie has matured by the experience and knows that he has to tow the line in school and with teenaged pussy or he is out. And frankly, I have had a terrific time. My sex life is the best that I have ever had, and when, I do go on a date, I am in control for the first time. If I do have sex outside the club, I make sure it is safe sex, because I could hardly stand the thought of Charlie being expelled. Charlie doesn’t know that I am a member because I drop him off in front and then leave. On rare occasions I might have to participate on the same night as Charlie. I park down the block and go in the back door and don my mask.” I wonder how would I know if Bob is having a good experience. Beth anticipated the question. “One of the bedrooms has a tape machine, which the boys do not know. Boys are rotated through that room and the tapes are provided to the mothers for their viewing. Then they are destroyed. This also keeps the moms from going astray with weird sexual practices, as they don’t know when the tape machine is on. There is one other thing that you should know; the members have accorded special privileges to the two Founder Moms. They get the first opportunity to initiate new members. And the two founders can remain active, even though their sons have become nineteen.”

That night I am laying in bed, mulling over Beth’s invitation. At first, I was repulsed. But it could be the answer to Bob’s problems. And the club presented a lot of positives. The more I thought about it, the more it stroked my senses and I began to fantasize. I pictured images of young naked men and women caressing and massaging. My own love juices began to flow and I found my panties becoming wet. My body shuddered from the touch of my finger stroking my moist clitoris. I used two fingers from my other hand to frig vigorously inside my vagina as I rose up on my haunches. Since my ex left, I hadn’t been shy about masturbating but the eroticism of the images of naked young men and older women in my mind heightened my sensations. Soon, I was gasping for air and huge climax broke over my body. As I laid my sweaty head back on the pillow, I came to a decision to try the club. I rationalized that I could always withdraw, if it didn’t work out. The next morning I called Beth and asked her what the next steps would be. She said one of the Founder Moms would be in touch. Her name was Shelia.

That evening Shelia called. She asked if I understood the rules of the Club as she repeated what Beth had told me. She sounded very friendly and upbeat, and she told me that so far no one had been expelled or dropped out, though there had been one school situation that caused a warning to be issued. She asked for a few details about Bob’ lifestyle, and requested that I bring Bob to her house tomorrow afternoon after school. She knew about his problems from Beth. She said that Moms usually found it easier for her to tell their sons about the Club in private. I could wait in another room. Shelia answered the door when Bob and I arrived promptly at 4 pm. She was about 45, attractive with gray streaks in her black hair. She had a friendly smile and after a few pleasantries, asked Bob to come with her into her home office. After about 30 minutes, she reappeared with Bob in tow. He had a dazed expression on his face as he looked down at his shoes. Then Shelia asked me to come to her office, while Bob waited. She said that after an initial reaction of disbelief, Bob thought the Club was something he was willing to try. She gave me an enrollment paper to fill out with the club rules on the bottom. It also asked for my measurements. I wrote them down and signed. She suggested that I not talk about the Club with Bob between now and Friday, as he was assigned to Team 1. I was assigned to Team 2, which met on Saturday. He was to come promptly at 7:30 PM. If there were another car in the driveway, I would wait until it left before dropping him off. I would receive a call on my cell phone when to pick him up. It would likely be between 9:30 and 10 pm. On Saturday, I should show up about 7:45 pm, drive to the rear of the house, park in the driveway, and enter through the back door. On Monday, I could come to Shelia’s at 10:00 AM to see the tape. As we were driving home, I tried to discern Bob’s mood. He seemed to be struggling with his emotions. As Shelia suggested, I was silent. On Friday morning, I reminded Bob to be home promptly, so we could have an early dinner. He nodded. On the way to Shelia’s house, he seemed a bit uptight. No one was in the driveway, so I pulled up and left him off. At about 9, I received a phone call to pick him up at 9:30 pm. On our drive home, he was lost in reverie. I noticed that his facial muscles were relaxed and he seemed tired. After some TV and a snack, he headed for bed. He gave me a tight hug and said, "I love you mom," which was unusual for him. I took it for a vote of gratitude.

The next night, I tell Bob that I am going out with a few friends. I arrive promptly at 7:45 pm. There are two cars parked in the driveway as I entered the house. Shelia greets me fondly with a big hug. She shows me some masks on the table for my selection and guides me to one of the bedrooms. She points to a silky nightgown and the lacy underwear lying on the bed. She talks to me as I change. Since this is my first time at the Club, she has chosen one of the older boys to be my partner. He has been in the Club for two years and knows how to give pleasure as well as receive. The younger ones had to be guided a bit, but they caught on quickly. She tells me that no matter what we did together, all the boys like oral sex and that should be part of scene. Then she leaves and soon there is a knock on the door. In walks this six-foot tall boy with a great set of abs. He wears a robe, but his eight-inch penis is noticeably erect, pushing the robe forward. I couldn’t remember any date that was that well hung, including my ex-husband. He glances at my body and my 34B bosom, which was still firm and perky. I am glad that I had kept myself in good shape, as this evening would certainly test my mettle. Though I enjoy my dildo, I prefer direct action. Our masks inhibit eye contact, but also, seemed to release any inhibitions that I would have felt. I feel free to explore as I lay back on the bed and reached out my hand, motioning him to join me. He caresses my breasts and moves his hand down my stomach to the number one erogenous zone. I still have on my lace panties, so I could feel his hand only indirectly. I think to myself that it is better for me to take him off first, to relieve the incipient pressure of his youth-driven testosterone to prolong our overall enjoyment. I know that young studs could have multiple ejaculations. “Do you like to be sucked” I cooed. “You bet,” he responds. I begin licking his swollen testicles. It is clear, he is ready to cumm, but I try to prolong the pleasure by licking his penis, rather than sucking. I hear him gasp for breath, as my tongue goes around his penis head and around his massive cock. When I think he can’t hold on any longer, I put his throbbing penis in my mouth and use my upper mouth and lips as pressure points. I cup my hands over his testicles to provide warmth as I suck him with an upward motion. OOOOOOHH, he cries out. Oh, Yessssss!!!!!! As he presses forward from his hips and he ejaculates his jism into my waiting mouth. I almost gag, as the considerable liquid hits the back of my mouth. It’s so much that I have to remove my mouth before he is finished, so I jack him with my hand for the final spurt. I go to the bathroom to spit out the salty residue and bring back a warm wet washcloth to clear the stickiness away. 

I wasn’t sure I should ask him his name. But he says it is okay. His name was Cleve. 
“Cleve, would you like to give me some pleasure.” “Sure, what would like to do,” he said with a huskiness in his voice. “My pussy is wet and could use a good suck and then I would like you to penetrate that huge penis of yours into me. I haven’t had a good fucking for a long time.” I pull my lace panties down, and he leans his head and body against me and begins licking like a real pro. He obviously has the experience that Shelia mentioned. His tongue darts in and around my clitoris as I begin to feel the heat of passion rising slowly but surely. “Ummmmm, that’s great. You really are good with your tongue. Stick your finger in my vagina and rub around till you find a little rough area on the upper part behind my bone. That is a special spot. Rub it gently.” He found my G-Spot and I was off to the moon. Good boy that he was; he keeps sucking while he is fingering me. Then, I tell him to just concentrate on sucking and licking. After a few more minutes of pure pleasure, my body starts to convulse as an intense climax hits me. I felt that I ejaculated, which I rarely did. “Stop sucking me,” I cry out as he over stimulates my sensitive, vibrating clitoris. After I catch my breath, I note that his penis was again in full erection. Someone told me that women hit their peak sexuality between 35 and 45, while men are declining after 25. The 20 plus years difference in Cleve and my ages makes for perfect sexual harmony. 

I now had a daring thought. Since Cleve was much taller than me, either I could straddle him or better yet, he could kneel on the bed and I could put my legs against his shoulders. I bet none of the other moms had done that to him. This way I could get maximum vaginal tightness and when he leaned forward, his pubic hair would rub against my clitoris. I did this once with my ex-husband and I had maximum clitoral and vaginal pleasure. However, it was a real strain on him and he almost folded away when he ejaculated. So we never did it again. I explain the choices to Cleve. He was up to it. He put his penis into me and completely fills my tight pussy with his length and girth. I have second thoughts but what the hell. I raise my legs up, which tightened my vaginal wall around his penis. Fortunately, I was well lubricated, but I told him to slowly move in and out, because I didn’t want to tear. Eventually, we got into a slow moving rhythm, as I relax. He had great control and my vagina starts to pulsate with pleasure. After a few minutes, I tell him to stop because I am not able to move my body enough to begin inevitable climb toward climax. I filed this technique away for someone with a smaller penis. Instead, I went into the doggy position, and directed him come into me from behind. This was perfect as he fills me up and can pump in and out at will. It doesn’t take long for him to ejaculate into me, as he collapses forward. My vaginal wall begins twitching with the moisture from his sperm and the final thrusts of his penis, and I have a vaginal climax, with multiple orgasmic constrictions. 

I glance at my watch on the table and was surprised to see that it was after nine. Time flies when you’re having fun. I didn’t think Cleve was ready to stop, but I need to moderate our time together. I give him a few kisses and tell him that he is a great lover and that I look forward to seeing him again. He got his robe on and left, while I buzzed Shelia, as she had asked. I shower and dress in my regular clothes, make the bed, and neatly fold the nightwear on the dresser. A few moments later, Shelia knocks on the door and escorts me out. I remind her that I will see her Monday before work to view Bob’s tape. She nods 

Monday morning, I knocked on Shelia’s door at the appointed time. She lets me in and after a few pleasantries, and questions me regarding my experiences. I gave her a quick overview and tell her that I was well satisfied and hoped the boy was as well. She says that Cleve was impressed, which I assume is a compliment. We go to the TV room, and Shelia draws the curtains and shuts off the lights. She turns on the VCR and sits down near me on the couch. She explains that when each boy comes into the house, they are escorted into a room where they can relax and enjoy a few snacks, while they wait. One by one, they are called into a room where they undress and put on their mask. Since Bob is a new member, one of the Founding Moms tells him what to expect during the evening after the others boys have left. He is not asked to undress at this time. The second Founding Mom serves as the “sex teacher” for the new initiate, including the removal of his clothes, and that is what is on the tape. The tape begins to roll. I see Bob coming into the room, being greeted by Shelia. Shelia has a robe wrapped tightly around her. Shelia is talking to Bob, and then begins to undress him. He lets her do it and actually helps her when she has a hard time unbuttoning his pants. Soon he is naked except for his underpants. Shelia is talking again and then takes his hand and rubs it against her thigh and then puts it inside her robe against her breast. Bob looks completely focused. Shelia takes off his underpants and says something to him. Shelia verbalizes to me that she tried at this stage to put him at ease and compliment him on the wonderful shape of his erection. My eyes are glued to screen. Yes, Bob’s penis is on the small side, but it is wide in girth and could eventually sprout as he hits a growth spurt, since my ex had six inches. Shelia is laying back on the bed now as she opens her robe to reveal her full body. She is not too bad. Her breasts are fulsome and while she is bit pudgy, she is in pretty good shape. Obviously, she is quite experienced with shy youngsters. She takes his penis and rubs it between her breasts. Then she takes his hand and moves it first to her breasts and then to her vulva. Sheila tells me that she is explaining women’s erogenous zones to him and while he might not get it fully at this stage, he was a good pupil. She knows that Bob is now hyper with sexual tension that he has never experienced before. First she takes his penis in her hand, opens her legs and guides his penis toward her vaginal opening. First she rubs the penis head around her labia and clitoris, obviously stimulating to both of them. Then, she guides him inside of her with her legs inside of his. This way she can give him a very tight feel around his small penis using her vaginal walls to good use. He lays on top her and begins fucking, gradually increasing his speed. Though the camera is about 10 feet away from the scene, you can see Bob’s rectal muscles tense as he ejaculates his sperm into the first woman he has had. I believe that Shelia is overcome with this virginal experience and I can see her head toss wildly from side to side as she hugs Bob tightly. Her body is shuddering, as he falls on top of her. She keeps him inside while she catches her breath and takes his hands to play with her breasts and nipples. He doesn’t need much encouragement. This goes on for quite some time and then the miracle of youth occurs; his penis begins to rise again. I know because Shelia lets him out of her vagina, and his penis is completely erect. Then Shelia caresses and masturbates him until he is ready to come again. She then takes his swollen member in her mouth and sucks him until he ejaculates again. Bob looks a bit shocked initially, but seems to revel in this new experience. The tape ends. “Well, what do you think?” “I think you were very sensitive to his needs.” “Then you will stay in the Club.” Even the suggestion that I might leave shocks me. “Absolutely!” “The other founding Mom will be with Bob next Friday,” Shelia asserts. “She is the only other person who knows about the teasing he has been experiencing. She is equally experienced and understanding. She and I will discuss whether he is ready for our other mothers after that. If you want to see Bob’s next tape, let me know.” As I leave the house, I feel like a voyeur watching a forbidden experience from a distance. My motherly and erotic feelings were mixed together in a cauldron of swirling emotions. I had to get home to sort these feelings. The cool air hit my body as I was walking to the car and I was shocked that my pants were moist with moisture. What kind of person was I becoming?