Chapter 3
The meeting, as far as all the scouts were concerned, was a big success. They would all come here, to the Corso house, and would go off in three station wagons. Mike Refizzo would drive one, and two of his assistant scoutmasters would drive the others. Each scoutmaster, in turn, would need one of the parents to help keep the kids in line. Since the fathers were always too busy to bother on weekends, two mothers had agreed to come along, but Mike wanted one more mother. He had no volunteers at the moment.
He was out on the sidewalk in front of the Corso home at the moment. Chris Corso was running down the block to play with some friends now that the meeting was over. Ann Corso, who had served cookies and milk when it was all over, stood nearby, wearing a simple white blouse and yellow skirt. She was a really nice-looking woman, and Mike decided he would love the opportunity of losing his impotence with someone like her, but the odds were against it. She was a strait-laced New England housewife who definitely didn't fool around. Too bad!
Shrugging, he got into his own station wagon, and drove off.
Ann watched the scoutmaster leave. He was almost always the last to go, and she felt she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. God! It was murder with all those kids running around.
She was alone in the big ranch house now, and her mind returned to her problem. She would have given anything for a solution.
Suck a penis indeed! Imagine trying to cram one of those big monstrous organs into her mouth. Why her vagina was unable to hold her husband's huge phallus. How in heaven's name would he expect her to take .such a monster into her throat? Well, maybe she didn't have to take it into her throat. Maybe just into her mouth.
Still, it would have been a lot easier if she had a small penis to practice on, first. A thin, tiny one, say like her son's or one of the other young scouts. They were still small for the most part, still a long way from being fully developed. But where would she be able to find a boy with a closed mouth-one who wouldn't go boasting, "Hey, y'know what Mrs. Corso did for me?"
She was deep in thought as she walked into the solarium at the left side of her house where she intended watering some of the plants she had there. That was when she was startled by the shape of a young boy, sitting in there with a drawing pad on his knees.
"Robert?" she asked. "What are you doing here? All the other scouts have gone."
Robert Lander was a quiet boy. He stayed by himself all the time, never associating with Chris or the other boys except at scout meetings. He had dark-brown hair, deep, soulful eyes, looking as if they were as full of hurt as her own, a straight nose and a firm young chin. He was a boy scout because his father insisted on it, but his heart wasn't into scouting.
Ann walked over to where the boy was drawing, and she noticed he had one of her fashion magazines open. It was open to an ad for some underclothing, where an unclad female was holding panties before the lower part of her body while revealing her breasts. The fashion magazines were becoming more and more bold.
"You're very good," she said to Robert, looking at his sketch.
"Yeah, I'm studying to become an artist when I grow older," he told her. "I'm waiting for mom to pick me up. She won't be here for another three quarters of an hours, so I figured I'd pass the time doing some drawing."
"The trouble is, the woman you're drawing is small-busted," Ann told him. "If you want to draw nudes, you have to learn to draw women with all sizes of breasts. That is, each woman would have a size different from the others."
"Well," he nodded, "I kinda draw things as I see 'em, but to be honest with you, I do have trouble drawing breasts. So I always kinda draw women flat-chested. Maybe it's 'cause that's the way I see 'em."
Robert Lander! A loner! A boy who never associated with the other boys other than in scouting, and who even then was silent. Dear God! It was as if the youth had been made-to-order for her.
"Well, if you were to draw me," she said, taking a deep breath and then letting it out, "you'd have to draw me with larger breasts than that. I mean, I'm pretty big-busted, you know. Not monstrous, but a long way from petite."
"You look kinda petite in my eyes," the boy shrugged.
"Is that a fact," she said, taking another deep breath and then exhaling. "Suppose you decide for yourself-uh, strictly in the interests of art, naturally."
"Huh?" the boy asked, and before he realized what she meant, she took off her blouse, dropped it to the side, then unhooked her brassiere and let it fall to the floor.
"Holy cow!" the boy gasped, simply sitting there with the pad on his lap, his eyes bulging out of his head. He gazed at the full, perfect white breasts with their soft tannish-pink tips. In fact, her nipples looked like eyes in the middle of her areolae, eyes that were staring back at him.
God! he thought. She was right. They were sure big, they were a lot bigger'n he'd thought. They were really well-shaped, too, round, artistically perfect. He was drooling, and the boy suddenly realized he was thinking about all this in more than an artistic sense. He wanted to touch those breasts. He was unaware that the sight of this woman's naked bosom would cause a bubbling in his young balls, the start of their awakening, and with that, the awakening of desire. Robert wasn't an ignorant boy. He had read about the differences between males and females, and, in simplistic terms, understood the urges males felt for females, though until now, never having felt any urges himself, he was unable to figure out just what it was the men felt. But now, suddenly, the throbbing in his young balls caused him to begin heavily perspiring. She was stunning. She was beautiful, and in far more than an artistic sense. She was the perfect woman, and he realized he ached to actually put his lips on those nipples.
Standing, he put his sketch pad down and walked over to her for a closer look.
"Wow!" he said. "Considering their size and all, they sure do stand up nice, don't they. I mean, I've seen pictures of women with breasts as big as yours, some even a little smaller, and they're already hanging. But gee, yours stand up really nice."
"Thank you," she told him. "I admit, I do certain exercises to keep the muscles taut. Also, I was high-breasted from the moment I started to develop. Some women are low-breasted, and it isn't that their breasts aren't firm, it's just that they're constructed so that it appears their breasts are hanging when they're not."
Wow! You're really fantastic-looking," the boy gasped. "I've seen my mother's breasts, and they don't begin to compate to yours."
"Well, then, I tell you what I'll do," she told him. "Since you like to sketch, I'll let you sketch my breasts, provided you don't include my face."
"D'you mean it?"
"It'll be our little secret, provided you promise not to tell anyone."
"I won't tell a soul," he vowed. "Gee, you're terrific."
He forced himself to remain calm as he once again sat where he had been before, facing her, and Ann stepped back to let the sun shining in from the west side of the solorium play all over her. Her bobbing breasts seemed as strong a lure as anything a woman might use to entice a man, and she knew the boy, who was almost thirteen, loved looking at her. She had no idea he would be this stunned, and it pleased her.
Robert simply remained sitting there for a few minutes, staring at the fullness of her upstanding breasts, noting they swayed and jiggled with each of her movements. They appeared to be manipulated by strings, as if an invisible wire led from the tip of each nipple to a crossbar hidden somewhere in the ceiling. They bobbled up and down with each breath she took, and he had to take a moment to swallow, or else he would have drooled all over himself.
Because she knew the boy wasn't going to attempt to make any kind of move, and certainly had no intention as yet, of piercing her vagina, Ann felt strongly affected. Subconsciously she had been seeking the youth's approval, and she was getting a whole lot more than she had initially expected. She saw the youth shaking and knew there would not be any drawing on that particular day.
"Put down the pad Robert," she said to him.
Still staring at her, the boy set the pad and pencil down on a nearby end table. When she ordered him to get to his feet, he did sO, and when she ordered him to approach her, there was no way on earth for him to refuse.
"How much do you like my breasts?" she asked.
"A lot, Mrs. Corso, a lot," he admitted.
"Would you like to touch them?" she asked.
"Hey? Are you serious? Do you mean it?"
She took his hand, and picking up her blouse and brassiere with her other hand, she led him through the house to the basement steps. They went back down to the large basement where the scout meeting had been held, and where she had graciously refused to be one of the mothers to go along on the camping trip. But instead of going into the large barroom, she led him to the side, to a smaller family pool room. She left the door partially open, wanting to listen in case her son came charging into the house. Then she put her things on the pool table, turned to Robert, thrust her breasts toward him, and said, "All right, touch them!"
He raised a hand and reached out, expecting her to flinch and pull back. She didn't. Instead, she felt her right nipple immediately start to enlarge when his fingers came into contact with it.
"You have a nice touch," she told him, exhaling, her body beginning to tremble beneath his inexperienced hand.
"And you have wonderful breasts," he said, the words once again popping out before he had a chance to stop them.
"I'm glad you like them," she smiled, and almost without realizing what she was doing, Ann leaned forward and kissed the soon-to-be thirteen-year-old on the tip of his nose.
Her arms reached down and her hands touched his waist, then moved down to his hips. She noticed that in spite of the so-called sedentary life he seemed to lead, the young boy was trim, athletically.
"Well, I sure wouldn't say I liked them if I didn't," the boy insisted, panting heavily now, starting to perspire. "I mean, I go to the beach in the summer, and from what I can see, you sure put all those young girls on the beach to shame."
"Thank you, Robert," Ann smiled again, a light film of perspiration beads dotting her forehead and upper lip. "I like hearing things from a nice, sincere boy like you. I know you only tell the truth."
"Well, gee, I am a boy scout, and a boy scout wouldn't lie," he insisted almost haughtily.
"Yes, that's very true," she agreed. "Come up here and sit beside me on the pool table," she told him as she hoisted herself onto the large table and patted the mahogany rim.
The boy looked for a moment, feeling slightly confused, not really knowing what to do. For an instant he felt like turning around and running away. He shouldn't be here alone with a grown woman. Things like this just didn't happen to boys like himself. But in spite of everything, it was definitely happening to him. Not that he had ever been in love with this woman or anything, but, well, she sure was something. So was being here with the beautiful mother of one of the other guys, she almost naked, sitting on the edge of the pool table. What was more, she wanted him to sit next to her. He'd be a dope to say no!
Hopping up beside her, the boy allowed his feet to swing back and forth. He felt Ann moving closer to him, and he reddened again. Gee! What did she want from him? She was really something!
Ann, looking at the young boy, saw curiousity mingling with apprehension in his innocent eyes-eyes which at the moment seemed to lock themselves on the fullness of her upstanding breasts. The truth was, most women her age with breasts her size either had pendulous mammaries right from the start, or just plain fallen breasts because the pectoral muscles had stretched. Ann had gone out of her way to take care of her body, so it was no wonder her breasts managed to stand up. Had the boy been a little older and into sex, he would have truly been able to appreciate their solidity. As it was, he still stared with wide-open eyes. When Ann reached out to him and tugged the youth a little closer, pressing one of them against his arm, he really began feeling arousal, and he started quivering. One hand had very gently tugged his scout shirt from his pants, in back, then began sliding against the warm flesh covering his young spine.
"Calm down," she said to him. "You smell nice and clean. I like that in a boy."
"Yeah, well I do a lotta jobs mowing lawns," the boy said. "Before I come to the scout meetings, I take a quick shower, and mom has this yucky deodorant soap I use."
"It smells very nice," the lovely woman told him. "It isn't really perfumed, but it still has a pleasant, clean aroma to it."
"Soap should smell like soap," the boy shrugged.
"Is art your only hobby?" she asked, changing the subject.
"I'm also into popular music," the boy told her. "Not the rock stuff, but the old pop tunes."
His hand moved higher, as if for no reason at all, and his fingers moved as if of their own volition, compressing tightly around the hard, rubbery nipple, formerly tan-pink, now a definite pink-red. The hard, rubbery flesh felt smooth and firm between his fingers, and he quivered a little more as he pulled harder, aware of throbbing sensations in her swollen bud.
Ann closed her eyes for a moment. She shuddered as if someone had thrown a switch and sent countless millions of volts of electricity shooting through her helplessly quaking body. She panted heavily, almost as if gasping.
"Gee, did I hurt you?" the boy asked, but he was reluctant to take his fingers from her nipple.
Ann was shaking with an insanely passionate kind of helplessness. It came to her that she had been subconsciously angling for this from the moment she had seen Robert alone. Granted she liked the boy, liked him a lot, but it wasn't a physical kind of love. Certainly it was nothing akin to passion, yet she had to admit she liked him very much. Having come this far with him, she was determined to go farther. She was determined to take the advice of her friend Phyllis. She was going to learn how to suck a cock, and why not start with this tiny one. It would make that monster between her husband's thighs more acceptable, if not palatable. The mere idea seemed to stimulate her that much more.
"You have firm hands," she told the boy, complimenting him. "I like the way your fingers touch me. Why not use your other hand, as well. I mean, the breast does feel neglected since you're only playing with its twin, and you're the one to blame."
"Gee, Mrs. Corso, I don't know what to say. I mean...."
"We're alone, Robert," she whispered in a conspiratorial voice. "What you and I are doing at this moment is extremely personal, so when there's no one else around, why not behave a bit more friendly, more intimately. Start by calling me Ann."
The boy found his face reddening even more, with his hand still massaging her breast. But he slipped off the table and stood on the floor in front of her, keeping one hand on her one breast, and covering her other nipple with his other palm. Without looking, Ann felt his crotch pressing against her nylon-covered leg, and she knew the boy was strongly aroused, even if unaware just why his body was reacting as it was.
Reaching down with her right hand, she placed her palm flatly against his young thigh, noting he never even noticed it because he was so absorbed with feeling her breasts, nothing else in the world seemed to matter at that moment. He was panting and gasping, and Ann felt the strong, tremulous sensations quivering through his extended fingers as they moved across the firmness of her vanilla breasts, teasing the light cherry-colored nipples. His fingering movements caused the beautiful woman to smile, and for the first time in years she once again looked radiant as she anticipated, with lust, the boy's next move.
"You do like my breasts, don't you?" she softly whispered, "Oh yeah," the boy nodded, gulping and blushing at the same time. They're really terrific, and the flesh feels so smooth, so soft."
"Well, then, I think you should know I like it, too, and I think of myself as being a lucky woman that you stayed behind when all the others had gone."
As she spoke she tightened an arm around the boy, tugging his youthful body even closer. He responded automatically, leaning closer.
With her tongue, she reached forth and stabbed into his young ear. The boy shuddered but remained where he was standing, still tightly gripping her breasts. He grunted a little and tentatively kissed her cheek as her hands rubbed his back again and again.
She had the boy hooked. Yes, she had him where she wanted him, and he would do anything at all to make her happy. It was obvious he was so strongly affected he was incapable of fighting these new emotions that were growing in him. As long as she continued working slowly, not frightening him, the web of eroticism she was weaving would get stronger and stronger. He was a mere twelve years old, almost thirteen, and she was clearly able to tell he was completely overpowered by all that was happening to him.
"You must have the most beautiful breasts in the whole wide world," the boy said to her, gasping.
"You just keep saying that to every female you meet in later life," she told him, "and they'll all want you to make love to them. Every woman likes to be told nice things about herself."
"Mrs. Corso, what you have is worth saying nice things about," the young boy insisted. "Your breasts are so perfect-not too large, not too small, not too hard, not too soft."
"So we've established that you definitely like my breasts," she teased softly, keeping the boy under her spell by slowly moving her body from side to side, watching the way his youthful fingers managed to cling to her throbbing nipples.
Robert continued staring at her tantalizing white flesh, his tongue wetting his lips. The young boy was almost drooling, aching to pop at least one of those nipples into his mouth and suck.
"Men like to do more than merely put their hands on a woman's breasts," she whispered in an encouraging tone to the boy. "Most men like to take nipples into their mouths and chew on them. Would you like to put one of mine into your mouth?"
"Can I?" the boy asked in a pleading tone. "Can I really?"
"Well, as far as I'm concerned," she replied, her breath heavy and strong, "what good is having nipples if they can't be sucked and kissed now and again by someone nice."
"Yeah, that's right, that's right," the boy nodded, his tongue almost hanging out of his mouth.
"My nipples are just as good as any other woman's," Ann went on. "They feel the need to be fondled and suckled. I like feeling the mouth of someone loveable and pleasant on them."
"Right," the boy said again.
"Well then, what are you waiting for, Robert? The time has come for you to begin using those lips and that tongue. Lick my nipples."
Robert was scarcely able to believe his ears. Was it true? Was she telling him to go ahead and suck her breasts? Heck! It was more like she was ordering him to do it. Well, he'd have to be a total klutz not to take advantage of this. So he began leaning forward toward her right breast, encircling as much of the heavy globe of meat with his hand as he was able, and he tugged it upward toward his hungering mouth as saliva dribbled from the corner of his lips. It was at that moment that Ann reached down with her hand along the front of his thighs, feeling for, finding, and lightly caressing his phallic wand.
Shuddering tremors began quaking through her sweet, delectable body at that precise moment. She felt thrills move as if like long fingers through her body into her intestines as her mouth began to automatically work. Lord! At this moment she wished she had a second boy here, so she would be able to kiss him while this boy standing before her continued lowering his mouth to her swollen nubbin. Then the boy's tight lips clamped themselves firmly around her nipple, filling the trembling extension with a series of shocking electrical impulses. The hard, slender cock her fingers had lightly grazed moments earlier was suddenly in the center of her hand and she was squeezing it firmly, realizing it was precisely what she had been seeking-just the right length, just the right breadth. Yes, it was more slender than her husband's penis, and there was no possible way for it to hurt her-whether in her mouth or even in her cunt. Yes, cunt was the right word to use now instead of vagina, because she was acting like a tart, but loving every moment of it.
The boy's mouth continued hungrily sucking her nipples, making them swell even more. Her free arm pressed his face that much more firmly into her breasts, making him feel as if he was surrounded by cushions of soft flesh, almost crushing his small nose. She ached to strip him naked and allow her hands to wander all over his young body. It took all her inner self-control to merely sit there and press his head to her chest while her other hand continued fondling the reedy pipestem of his young cock.
The boy had never been touched so intimately by a female before. He was somewhat startled, and as a result jumped back. When her hand reached out to pull him to her again, he stepped back, a little unsure of himself at this point.
"What's wrong, Robert?" she asked.
"Well ... gee ... I didn't know you were supposed to touch me, too," he gasped. "I mean, I don't let my mother, or even the doctor touch me there."
"Well, your mother doesn't allow you to feel her breasts, does she?" Ann asked.
"No," the boy admitted.
"Think about it for a minute. Did you like my touching you down there, Robert? Honestly, now."
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"Suppose I touch you once more, and then you can decide."
"Well, I guess it'll be okay," he nodded.
He stepped forward and let her put her hand on his penis. She rubbed it through his pants, feeling it stiffen even more, and she said, "Like it?"
"Yeah, I guess so. It's just that it's so different."
"As long as it's good," she pointed out. "Now I happen to like it when you suck my nipples. So while you suck my nipples, I'll keep on fondling your penis, okay?"
The boy stopped and thought for a moment, then realized he would be ten different kinds of a jerk if he said no. He liked sucking on the tips of her breasts, and he sure liked what her hand did to his penis. This was some new kind of game-one he had never played before, and he didn't want to stop playing it.
He came back to her and allowed his thighs to open wide, allowing the softness of her hand to slide against the solid poker of his young penis. The boy quivered, but this time he stayed perfectly still, enjoying the wonderful pressure of her hand.
"Oh, my!" the beautiful woman whispered. "It feels so nice and hard and wonderful. And that mouth of yours, Richard, well it certainly knows what to do to a woman's breasts to make them feel really good. You know, this is what men do to women all the time, and I can tell you right now, you're as good as my husband. Now aren't you glad I brought you down here with me?"
Ann felt herself ready to explode all over. She felt so wonderful, so thrillingly good all over. There was no fear, nothing to hurt her, and she gave vent to her feelings, shuddering and quaking, using all her strength to keep still while concentrating on squeezing and tugging on the young boy's hard penis. She had to make sure she didn't jerk too hard or too fast. Otherwise everything was fine.
"My other nipple," she whispered after a while. "Suck my other nipple for a short time. It's dying to feel the pressure of your mouth."
His lips wandered across the narrow expanse of her feminine chest. The trembling, shooting sparks she had felt in the first feminine milk mountain when the boy had sucked her nipple began to circulate through the other one as his tongue flattened and rubbed against the peaking nipple. His hand reached up and took a firm grip on the nipple he had initially sucked and he massaged it, preventing it from shrinking.
Ann had a solid hold on the youth's pulsing penis, and she became aware of his back-and-forth movement as he rubbed it between her pressuring fingers. He was, in essence, trying to fuck her hand through his pants. Ann was certain the temperature of the young cock must have risen by at least twenty degrees. She was positive that if it got any hotter, the boys pants would burst into flames. Lord! She was tired of gripping it through the material. She wanted to feel it in the flesh. She wanted to look at the pulsing penis, to see if it really was as slender and as tiny as she felt it to be. She wanted it exposed, uncovered, and then she wanted it covered again, but this time by the tissues of her vagina, or, if she dared, by her sucking mouth.
"Let's both of us get undressed," she whispered softly. "We're alone down here, and your mother isn't due for a little while yet. If we get completely undressed, I'll show you how to have a really good time."
She was trembling, shaking all over as she hadn't done since her wedding night. God! This was ridiculous!
The boy, having heard what she had said, sucked harder, pressing his handsome young face all the more firmly into the rounded swells of her breasts. His teeth began chewing on a nipple, and when she suddenly stiffened from the total pleasure of it all, he stopped, once again thinking he might have hurt her.
"I'm sorry," he told her. "Really, honestly, I'm sorry. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
Dear God! This was the kind of pain she would have been able to handle twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Compared to the things her husband did to her while believing he was making her feel good, this boy's little nibbles were sheer paradise. Heck! If he'd continued to bite her that way a little longer, she probably would have attained her first orgasm in a dozen years.
"You didn't hurt me" she assured him. "In fact, what you were doing was arousing me, making me feel better, making me feel like a woman who was wanted."
Surrounding the young boy's head with her two hands, lacing her fingers into his dark-brown hair, she pressed his face into her bare breasts once again, feeling his mouth open and his lips start sucking solidly on her nipple. Then his mouth worked its way over to her other nipple and continued sucking. When the young boy finally came up for air, Ann leaned down and lightly pressed her lips to his in the first lover's kiss he had ever received. She probed with her tongue, moving it between his teeth, teasing his own tongue, touching his gums, his palate, his teeth.
Her kiss caught Robert completely unaware. No one, but no one had ever kissed him this way before. True he had seen people in the movies pretending to be passionate, but this was the real thing, and it stunned the youth for a moment.
She tried tugging his zipper open, but the teeth seemed to be caught. She needed the boy to do it, and as long as his mouth worked on her breasts, he would never be able to concentrate on opening his fly. Damn it all! She wanted him undressed, right here, in the game room, before his mother came to pick him up and before her son decided to come home for supper. She wanted herself lying flat out on the pool table with the boy's throbbing skinny cock pushing into her narrow cunt, giving her all that sought-after pleasure, but this time without any kind of pain. A skinny penis would be able to do that.
Robert, still new to all this, didn't quite understand what it was the woman was leading up to. He knew he lacked experience in all this, but heck! Anyone just starting out, first learning, just didn't start out experienced. The boy was trembling, and he found it no longer possible for him to bring himself under control. Wow! Sucking on the breasts of this beautiful older woman was something he had never dreamed possible, not in a million years. In fact, until now, it had never even occurred to him that he wanted to suck on a woman's breasts. He still didn't completely understand why he wanted to do it, but nevertheless, he did. Tasting those pink pellets was unbelievable. Gee! Her flesh was so different there than on the rest of her body. The nipples were so rubbery, whereas the rest of her breasts were so soft-fleshed, so yielding, yet so firm.
Robert wasn't used to kissing in this adult manner. He had to admit it was something to which he might get used to in a hurry, because there was no doubt that he enjoyed it. Her slim, slender wet tongue, pressing into his mouth, was heatedly arousing, especially when it gently played over his own mouth-even with just plain water. But he had come here to attend a scout meeting with a bunch of other guys, guys he didn't care about one way or the other, and as a result, hadn't bothered to gargle beforehand.
"Just think of all this as doing your good deed for the day," Ann told him.
Well, this was one good deed he was going to enjoy doing a lot more than any of the others. After all, the mere fact that he was doing something with Mrs. Corso made it a deed. As far as both of them were concerned, it was really good, so it had to be classified as a good deed. Actually, he wasn't that certain in his mind that he was doing that good, but boy, she was sure making him feel good. He had never tongue-kissed with anyone before, and when done with a woman who seemed to know what she was doing, it was a lot of fun. The pressure of her tongue against his was the ligthest, tremulous little tickle. But boy was it ever good!
Her hand continued to constantly rub his flaming little penis, and Ann decided it might be a good idea to slow down just a little. If she kept on doing this, she'd make that boy pop his load long before she was ready for him to do so. There wouldn't be time to get him worked up a second time. She had to save that first ejaculation for her own aching body. She needed that stiff, narrow erection, either probing into her vagina, or into her mouth. She hoped the boy would be able to stay under control long enough. There was no doubt in her mind he was an extremely sensuous young man, and given time he would learn how to handle everything correctly. But this being his first time, he might very easily ejaculate prematurely.
She was aware of his hands continuing to tweak her nipples. First his fingers pulled, then his palms massaged her full, rounded breasts. A light coating of perspiration blanketed her entire body, almost lubricating the boy's hands as he moved them over her mammarial swells. It soon dawned on her that some of the perspiration belonged to the boy, as well.
Ann seemed to be reading the young boy's mind, knowing what he was thinking before he thought it. He was starting to think of himself as a far more mature person, being more sophisticated for his age than other kids, more than he had ever believed himself to be. But there was still a lot of little boy in him. Though her nakedness filled his eyes and his mind, and though her body made him rigid with mounting young desire, the boy didn't like the idea of exposing himself to the woman. He suddenly began becoming nervous, his body tightening as he grabbed her hands, hands that once again tried tugging down his zipper.
"Now come on, Robert," she said to him in a soft tone of voice. "This can't be just a one-way thing. In order for both of us to enjoy everything to the fullest, we both have to get undressed. You want to look at me, and I want to look at you. Besides, once we get those pants of yours off, I'm going to teach you things you never dreamed of."
"Well, gee, I'm kind of enjoying things as they are right now," Robert murmured very shyly. "I mean, this is the first time that looking at a woman's breasts aroused me this way, but it sure won't be the last."
"I'm glad you like my breasts," she said, smiling at him. "But just as you enjoy fondling my breasts, I would like to be able to get my hands on that hot little poker sticking out between your thighs. I'm no less human than you, even if I am a little older."
"Hey, gosh, I mean, I donno...."
"Come on, Robert. You've already proven you're more of a man than many men old enough to be your father. Real men always take their pants off at a time like this."
Ann had the boy sit beside her on the edge of the pool table again. Before he understood what was happening, she had him lying back on the green baize table. She realized he was a strong boy for his age, but she was just as strong. He began struggling with her each time her hands went for his pants, and the pair of them began rolling around on the pool table.
"Robert," she finally gasped, "what's wrong? What's so awful about removing your pants?"
"I-I dunno!" the boy finally admitted, shrugging. "I mean, I haven't gotten undressed in front of my mother for almost four years now, and I feel funny doing it in front of you."
Good God! What a prudish young man! Why in heaven's name was he behaving this way? She didn't have that much time left. She had to think of something, and quick. Finally she said, "I'm sorry, Robert. I thought you were more adult than this. I guess you're just a kid, after all. Look, let's both get dress, go upstairs, and wait for your mom to come."
"You mean I can't play with your breasts anymore?" he asked. "I can't suck your nipples?"
"What's the point?" she asked. "All that is just the beginning. You have to go on from there. But if you don't want to...."
Hell! He was having the time of his life. He didn't want to stop sucking her breasts now. She kept telling him there was more. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was more. The only way to find out was to do as she said.
"Okay," he finally said, undoing his pants. "I'll do as you say."
"You won't change your mind?" she asked.
"No," he told her as fresh perspiration broke out all over him. "I won't change my mond. I'll do as you wish."
"Remember, this is just between the two of us," she cautioned. "You can't tell your mom or your pop or anyone."
"I know," he nodded. "I won't tell anyone."
"Promise?"
"Promise!" he affirmed.