Chapter 15

Pedophilia is defined as a woman having sexual relations with a young boy. Because of its nature, many of these relationships are incestuous. The easiest place for an older woman to find a young boy is in her own family. A nephew, son, or even grandson is perfect material.

CASE HISTORY

Whenever anyone learned for the first time that Martha R. had a fourteen-year-old grandson, they would invariably exclaim, "But you don't look old enough to be a grandmother!" Martha always laughed and said that she had her own secrets for staying young.

Martha wasn't all that old anyway. Her son was born when she was only nineteen, and her grandson when she was forty. She was well kept and didn't look her age. In any case, today fifty-four is not old.

When pressed for her secret for staying young, Martha would laugh and tell the person that young boys kept her active. They would both laugh, although Martha knew that it was quite true.

She liked young boys a great deal. Their slim shapes, small asscheeks, and bulging cocks turned her on. She didn't know just why she liked them and wasn't really interested in finding out. After all, she reasoned, she hadn't done anything with a young boy. What harm was there in just looking?

Martha's husband had died when she was only forty. His death had come as a shock to her but she had survived. Now her friends and relatives were pressing her to remarry. But she didn't want to.

"Look," she explained to a well-meaning friend, "I'm just too romantic to get married. I want to marry a man I love. But these old codgers who come courting don't turn me on a bit. I still have lots of life in me. I don't want some old goat who has false teeth that click. Can't you see me in bed, him on top of me going like crazy, and all the time his teeth going, click click? Why, I'd laugh so hard his prick would jump right out of my cunt."

The friend laughed politely but inside she didn't understand a bit. She would hate to live alone, while Martha reveled in it.

"Sweetie, it's the greatest. No one to bother you. If I want to get up at two in the morning to bake a cake I just do it. And I don't have to explain to anyone at all."

Naturally, Martha's friends kept on trotting out divorced and widowed men they thought she might like. Some of them were awful and some were quite nice. But none of them turned the woman on.

"Martha, at your age you don't need to be turned on. What are you, some kind of hippie? I don't even know if you could be. All you need is a nice man." She nodded and pretended to agree. At the same time, her mind filled with visions of young boys. She knew that she could still get hot and creamy by just looking. So why should she settle for less? Of course, she couldn't tell that to a friend so she just kept her mouth shut.

Her life was full. She had meetings and clubs and parties. And the children and grandchildren. Her son was a successful engineer and her daughter was a nurse. She loved her son and daughter-in-law as much as her own children. And the grandchildren were wonderful! Her son only had one, Mike who was fourteen. Her daughter had three but they lived far away.

One day, when she was feeling especially bored, her daughter-in-law called.

"Mama, the greatest thing has happened. Walter has a job to go to South America for the summer. Isn't that terrific? It's just what he needs to make that other company sit up and take notice. I just wish I could go with him."

"Why can't you?"

"Oh, I'd worry about Mike. You know how he's allergic to everything under the sun. I don't know what they have down there but I don't think it would agree with him."

"So leave him with me and you go with Walter."

"Why Mama, that's nice of you. But I just couldn't impose on you like that."

"What impose? I sit here all day with nothing to do. I'd love some company. Really. You talk it over with Walter and see what he says."

"But what about all your clubs and bridge games?"

"Not during the summer. Everyone comes and goes so much it's a pain. So let Mike stay here."

After hours of discussion, his parents agreed to let Mike .spend the summer with his grandmother. While he thought Argentina sounded like more fun he knew that any change was nice. Besides, he also realized that he could get away with a lot more away from his parents.

Martha was delighted to see Mike and gave him a big kiss. Then they said good-bye to his parents. After they left, the boy started to cry for a minute or two. As she held him close to comfort his tears, Martha felt a rush of cream flood her panties.

She quickly backed away from the boy, who gave her a funny look.

"You're too big a boy to cry. Go in the house and look in the freezer. If you find some ice cream you can eat it."

"All of it?"

"No, just a little." At that, Mike ran in, a typical, carefree fourteen-year-old boy. Martha watched as he ran, the way his tight jeans fit over his ass. Her cunt came to life again as she thought about the jewels that were hidden by the boy's clothing.

The first week of Mike's stay passed without incident. He had gotten his bedtime extended by two hours and was happy. Martha liked having him but she was starting to worry. Every time she looked at him images of his naked body passed through her mind. Every night, before going to sleep Martha prayed to have the images removed from her mind. She was rewarded by dreams.

In one of them she found Mike in his room, lying in bed naked. She went over to wake him up. As soon as she touched his hand his cock grew until it was well over a foot long. She climbed on top of him and lowered her cunt over the enormous stick. As she was working herself up and down on his rod she woke up in a cold sweat.

There were no boys Mike's age to play with but he did find a bored seventeen-year-old who was willing to talk. Glad to have him out of the house, Martha let him hang around the older boy as much as he liked. Then one day, while cleaning his room, she found some pictures under his pillow. The photographs depicted every type of sex Martha knew about, and some that she had never thought of. Not wanting the boy to grow up thinking that sex was dirty made her decide to have a talk with him.

"Mike, how much do you know about relationships between people?"

"What kind?"

"Well, sex for instance."

"Oh, I know about that. We learned about it in school."

"And what do you think of it?"

"It sounds like fun. Can I go out and play now?"

"In a minute. Then you haven't tried anything? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"I have sort of. There's this girl who lives next door to me. I played with her cunt once. But she was too young. She didn't even have any tits."

"Would you like to see mine?" After the words were out Martha wondered where they had come from. But once she said them she knew she would have to go through with whatever happened.

"Sure. Can I really?" His eyes went to her breasts, trying to imagine what they would look like. They were large and high and he thought they would be very nice.

Martha took him into her bedroom and undressed. Mike looked at her breasts and then reached out to touch them. As his fingers grazed her nipple Martha felt desire and excitement running through her body. The boy touched them again while the woman stood there, powerless to stop him.

In a trance, she took the rest of her clothes off revealing her curly bush. Mike touched that too and probed the inside of her legs with his fingers. She spread them, and his hand covered her cunt. He could feel her clit pounding as he eagerly explored.

He undressed then while Martha watched. His body, while immature, was good. His cock was hard and standing out of a triangle of hair. Martha touched it, entranced by the beauty of the young boy.

"Can I put it inside you?"

"No Mike, that's one thing you can't do. But I'll tell you what. I can make it feel just as good without you putting it down there. Do you want me to?"

"Sure."

Martha knelt down in front of the boy as though she was worshipping him. She took his prick in her hand and softly rubbed the tip for a moment. Then she slipped it inside her mouth and sucked it gently. The boy's eyes were wide open and filled with delight. So she kept on sucking the head while her tongue was busy going over it. Soon she was rewarded by a small drop of cream which she licked up and swallowed.

After that, she took his asscheeks in her hands, holding him close to her face. She opened her mouth wide and took as much of his cock as she could inside. Then she sucked on it as hard and as fast as she could. The boy came right away, filling her mouth with his salty cream. She gulped it down fast and sucked some more, draining the boy completely.

When it was over Martha didn't know what to say. Neither did Mike. He left and went to his room, wondering if she would do it again.

Martha spent an hour or two with her conscience. She kept trying to convince herself that no harm had been done. Somehow she knew that wasn't true but further than that was a fog. Finally she made up her mind to believe that everything was fine until she had proof that it wasn't.

Dinner that night was quiet, as Mike watched her out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't sure what to think either. He had enjoyed her blowjob but she was his grandmother and all that. He knew that he should try to forget what had happened. But every time he saw her put a piece of food in her mouth he remembered. At the thought of doing it again his cock got hard.

"Grandma? Will you do it again?"

"Mike, I'm not sure if I should. It just doesn't seem right. Do you think I should?"

Left with the responsibility for the decision confused the boy. He only knew that he wanted it again.

"Sure it's all right. I mean, why shouldn't it be? It's not like I was screwing you or something. It can't be any worse than me doing it to myself. Not that exactly, but you know what I mean."

"All right Mike. I'll do it again."

She gave the boy head every time he asked for it. And each time, seeing his long cock made Martha more and more upset. She wanted something too. The boy was getting his rocks off while she suffered with awful frustration.

"Mike, there's something you can do for me."

"What?"

"Well, the same thing I'm doing to you. Do you know what I mean?"

"Sure. Eat you. Ream your cunt out with my tongue. I'd love to do that."

Martha got undressed and lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide open. Mike just looked at her pink slit for a minute before he started to run his hand in and out. As Martha lay there she creamed until her cunt went wild with desire. If the boy had decided to fuck her then he could have. But instead of that, he put his head down between her legs and started lapping up the cream. He enjoyed the taste and went back for more. His tongue explored her cunt, looking for the source of the cream. He found her slit quickly and worked his tongue in and out, gathering all the cream that he could.

Martha felt her body start to shake as her pussy spasmed into the first orgasm she had had in years. Her cunt grasped his tongue, wanting to keep it inside of her forever.

The two spent a great deal of the summer in bed with each other. They tried every variation they could think of, with the exception of actual fucking. Somehow really getting his cock in there seemed wrong to them.

Even though Mike was anxious to try fucking he didn't push it. He was getting head every day and that kept him happy. Martha was happy too, enjoying every encounter with all of her passionate nature. They both dreaded the end of the summer when Mike would have to go back home. Every time Martha thought about it tears came to her eyes. She would be left alone again, in an empty house with a very empty bed.

Mike quickly adjusted to being back home with his parents. He missed the head jobs but there were other compensations. He developed a crush on the pretty girl down the street. The episode with his grandmother didn't phase him a bit. It was just an interesting experience to be filed away with a million other things that had happened to him.

Martha had a more difficult time. She missed Mike dreadfully. Every report she got from his parents telling her that he was happy felt like a stab to her. She finally decided that she needed a change of scenery and flew to Italy with a close friend.

Mike didn't know what she was doing until he heard his parents discussing it late one night.

"Walter, I got a long letter from your mother. I don't know what to say."

"Well what is it?"

"She's found a young Italian orphan, about Mike's age. She's gotten very attached to him and is adopting him. What do you think of that?"

"Sweetie, don't worry about it. I think Mama's been bored for years. This is just what she needs—a kid to keep her company."

"Don't you think a husband would be nicer for her? He'd keep her warm, too."

"Aw, she's too old for that kind of stuff. I doubt if she remembers what sex is like. But I do."

Mike didn't hear any more talking after that. As he lay in bed trying to sleep, he thought about how little his dad knew about his mother.