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So it came as a bit of a surprise when, as we left for a play, she asked, "Is it OK if I have a friend over after Emily goes to sleep. ... To, uh, work on homework together?"
I looked over at Peter. "Male or female," I asked.
"Well, it's my boyfriend, George."
Peter and I looked back and forth at each other. "You're not going to get pregnant, here, are you?" I asked, surprising myself how quickly I got to what was bubbling below the surface in my mind.
"Oh no, Mrs. Connor, no. We're not having sex," she replied quickly, as if I would have been surprised or judgmental if they were. I just wasn't sure about it happening in our living room.
Peter looked at me and shrugged.
I shrugged back. At least it was safe here.
"I suppose," I finally relented with Peter's consent.
It was a few minutes into our usual departure instructions, that another thought came to my mind. "Uh, Kara, look. No alcohol, no drugs. We can go to jail if we give you alcohol, or your mother smells it on your breath, and we could lose our house if we have drugs here," I warned. Not that there hadn't been drugs here, at least marijuana, before Peter's employer stared testing.
"Oh no, Mrs. Connor, never."
I wasn't sure how confident I should be, but the die was cast. I gave the same warning to George, the first time I saw him.
A couple weeks later, Kara was going to sit while I went to a meeting. Peter was out of town. "So how is it going with George?" I asked. "Are you two making out here ... when you're not doing your homework?" I added with a wink.
She turned red with embarrassment, but eventually came clean. "Uh, well, yes."
Not surprised, I followed up with, "So how far is it going?"
"I let him play with my boobs," she confessed.
"And?"
"Oh Mrs. Connor, he puts his hand in my panties."
"And?"
"Oh God. He lets me rub his, you know, thing."
"And what happens when you do that?" as if I needed to ask.
Long pause.
Looking down at her toes, "It squirts, in his undershirt," she mumbled barely audible.
I realized I was giving her the 5th degree. "I'm sorry, Kara, for asking so many questions. I was a teenager too, once," remembering what happened at a much earlier age to me, and being shipped off to Europe for an abortion. "It's just I want you to be safe."
Then, after a long pause, I opened a drawer under the TV. "Look here," I pointed to a box of Trojans, "I know you're not having intercourse yet, ... but if it ever comes to that, I want you to know these are here. I had to have an abortion when I was your age, and I still lie awake wondering about who I ed." I had told Peter I'd bought the condoms, so he wouldn't suspect anything, but not the abortion.
"Oh Mrs. Connor, I'm so sorry."
Every time we had Kara babysit and she had George over, I checked the box afterward. It remained unopened, though that didn't prove anything. And sometimes, when Peter drove her home, how do I say this, it seemed like it took a bit too long for him to get back.
"She sure has a lot of questions," I reported to him, edging into the concern I had.
"Yeah, she was asking what it is like for a man, and like when was my first time, and all that," he laughed.
Mollified, with a few doubts lingering in the background, I added, "She told me George is finger fucking her, hehe. She likes it a lot, hehe." Peter grabbed me and started tearing off my clothes. Finger fucking was just the start of our frolicking. "What did you tell her," I asked as he came up from between my legs and his cock found its way into my vagina.
"I told her it's wonderful," as his thrusts grew stronger.
So one night, Peter was away. I had some sort of event, I can't even remember what, but it was cancelled at the last minute. I called Kara and told her. I was still breast feeding my Emily and let her suckle for a good half hour. I'm not sure who liked that more, me or her. I'm one of those lucky women that gets a little orgasm from that. I had just changed her diaper and put her to sleep when the doorbell rang. I was surprised it was George.
"George!"
"Oh! Mrs. Connor! Is, uh, Kara here?"
"No, I had to cancel. Didn't she call you?"
He pulled out his phone. There was a missed call and a voice mail. "Oh. Something went wrong. I didn't hear it!"
"Well, come on in anyway," I suggested, "Would you like a coke or something?" I did want to talk to him in any case.
"Uh, sure, Mrs. Connor, that would be nice."
I went to the kitchen and brought him a coke and a glass of wine for me. "Sorry I can't give this to you, George."
"Thank you. That's OK."
We sat on the sofa sipping our drinks. "Can I ask you something, George?"
"OK?"
"How's it going with Kara?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, have you two, you know, had sex? Intercourse?"
"No," a long pause, "Mrs. Connor, it's just, well, you know, we just use our hands and stuff."
"She jerks you off?" Of course I knew.
"Yeah."
"And you finger her pussy?"
"Yeah."
"But you two haven't had intercourse?"
"No. She says she's not ready."
"Well. Aren't you the gentleman for respecting that," I offered, "but you must have had sex with somebody?"
"No. Nobody.
"But you want to, right?"
"Oh yes, I can't wait, Mrs. Connor."
A naughty thought was building in my head. I asked him a few more questions. "Is Kara the only girl you have, you know, played with like that?"
"Yeah, and I've never really had sex either."
I looked him straight in the eyes. "We could do something about that," I said.
"What do you mean?"
"How old are you?" I managed to ask, despite my impulses to dive in.
He told me. Old enough.
I put my hand on his leg. "We could do something about that tonight," as my hand slid up his leg. "I can see this talk about sex is getting you excited."
He looked down at the bulge in his pants, embarrassed, as he made an adjustment. "Are you going to tell her to let me?"
"Not her." My hand slid right over that bulge.
"Mrs. Connor!"
As it turned out, I was wearing a simple navy cotton dress that barely made it to the top of my knees and wide straps over my shoulders. "Does Kara let you see her boobs?" I asked as I started rubbing his cock.
"Uh, yes, Mrs. Connor."
"Would you like to see mine?"
He didn't answer.
"Just pull my dress off my shoulders." I hadn't put a bra on since i wasn't going anywhere tonight.
"Mre. Connor ..." and he did just that, staring at my tits like they were the Virgin Mary herself. "They're big." I have to admit, Kara was a lot closer to flat than my 34Ds.
"You can play with them just like you play with Kara's." And I sighed as he squeezed and rubbed them.
"Does she let you watch when you finger her pussy?" I rubbed his bulge some more.
"No. I've never seen her pussy, ... well except I saw some of her hair there once," he added.
"Well, you can see mine all you want, but first show me what she lets you do." George pulled up the hem of my dress and slid his hand into the waistband of my panties. Tentatively, his fingers slid closer to my pussy.
"Go on," I urged and he reached my pussy lips. "Oh, yes. Go on," and he pushed his finger into my wetness and started rubbing. He seemed to sense where my clit was. My breathing quickened.
"You don't have any hair there," he had discovered.
I couldn't help giggling. "No. ... But go on. Go on," I begged. George's fingers finally found my opening and he pushed one in. "Yes. Yes. Put two in. I'm not a virgin you know," as the electricity made my feet and everything else tingle.
"You can look, you know," and we both saw where his hand disappeared into the waistband of my panties and his knuckles bulged out the crotch.
"Pull them down. Off." He managed to drag my panties off with one hand and laid them on the sofa next to him.
George stared at my pussy like it was a forest fire.
"Don't stop." He watched his fingers go in and out of my vagina. I tried unsuccessfully to open his belt.
"It's just like, ..." and he stopped speaking.
It dawned on me. "Emily's? Have you been changing her diaper?"
He looked down at his toes again. "No. Kara just lets me watch."
"Well aren't you learning how to be a father," I muttered after I recovered my composure.
I laid back and opened my legs so he could watch his fingers go in and out. Eventually I tugged his fingers away and pulled apart my pussy lips. "There, now you can see where everything is in a grown woman."
"Oh God!" he exclaimed. I'm not sure God was approving at the moment, but after a minute or two of show and tell, I resumed rubbing his pants and made another go at his belt, and then his zipper, exposing the ridge in his his jockeys.
"You're going to have to unzip my dress if you are going to take it off. And while you are at it, you have a lot of clothes on yourself." I felt the zipper go down and pulled the dress off myself. I had come to the door barefoot, so at this point I was totally naked. Naked in front of this high school junior. "Your first naked girl?"
He nodded. "Y.. Y... Yes, Mrs. Connor." As he took off his shirt and his undershirt, I stood in front of him and, let us say, modeled my assets, rubbing each important place and my lips seductively.
"You're going to have to take off more than that." George pushed his shoes off without unlacing them and eased his pants down.
I couldn't wait and tugged his jockey's down. His cock sprang out, a very nice long, hard circumcised shaft I might add. I bent forward and wrapped my hand around it and tugged. He took a huge breath and then another. "She, ..." another breath, "never looks ... at it." I rubbed harder.
"Let's go into the bedroom," I said, and he followed my naked ass down the hall. I pulled the covers off and laid on my back on the sheets.
"Get between my legs," which were wide open again. And when he did, "Kiss my tits," and he leaned over and started kissing them. His shaft banged against my leg. "Kiss lower. Kiss my tummy," and he did.
You know where this was headed, but I wasn't sure I could ask him directly to start licking me. "Do you want to kiss my pussy? Girls like to be kissed there." All I got was not much more than a kiss on his old auntie's cheek. "Do you like my aroma? It's the aroma of love. Kiss it more."
"I smell Kara's pussy on my fingers all night long after ... you know ... we do stuff," and he kissed there again.
"Lick me. In-between. Lick me. Girls really like that." I wasn't over-playing the spasms that wracked my body when he did. A sudden moan seemed to surprise him. "Put your tongue in where your fingers were," and I convulsed until my orgasm was about to peak.
"Ok, ... Ok, ... You better stop," and he did with a mystified expression on his face. "Look at my pussy. You know where your penis goes, don't you."
"Mrs. Connor, won't Mr. Connor ..."
"Fuck me, George. Put it in. Fuck me," and he did. All the way. "In and out. In and out," I begged, and he started stroking my love hole, but he was too excited to make it last.
"Oh no, oh no," he moaned.
"Don't stop," and I felt my vagina filling with his semen. "Don't stop."
And when it was over and we were both catching our breath, he asked, "Won't Mr. Connor be mad?"
"We won't tell him will we. We won't tell anybody. Not even Kara, OK?"
"OK. Sure. But won't you get pregnant?"
"You can't get me pregnant."
"Why not? Are you taking the pill?"
"Well, no," and now the big reveal. "It's just I'm already pregnant." I was three months along. The changes in my body were not something a teenage boy would recognize, until I pointed out my slightly showing belly. And anticipating his next question, "and it doesn't hurt the baby to have sex."
We pulled the covers up and chatted for a while longer. "You liked that I hope. Your first time. I hope it was special."
"Oh yes, Mrs. Connor."
"Rub my pussy some more," and as he did, I took his cock in my hand. It soon swelled up to its full size as I rubbed it again. "Remember when you licked my pussy?"
"Yes. Yes."
"Well I have a treat for you," and I slid down under the covers and started licking George's cock.
Deep breaths. Faster breaths. And then I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking and bobbing down and up over it. "Oh Mrs. Connor!" More of the same. "Oh Mrs. Connor!!" More and more. Then, "Oh no, oh no," I didn't stop. And soon jets of his cum shot into my throat.
I climbed up next to him in the bed and let him see his load in my mouth before I swallowed. "Your first blow job, hehe. Did you like it?"
"Oh my god, Mrs. Connor." We kissed deeply.
"Look at my pussy," I chuckled and pulled the covers off. I made sure a glob of his cum oozed out. "See, you've left your cum everywhere," I giggled.
"Awesome," he exclaimed.
"Now you can tell Kara you heard that girls like to have their pussy licked. And if she'll let you see hers, you'll lick it."
"Wow! Really?"
"Her pubic hair won't bother you," I added. "After a few times, ask her if she would do something for you, put your cock in her mouth."
"Awesome!"
"Just don't cum in her mouth, OK. Not the first time or two at least."
I needed to excuse myself, "I have to pee. Be right back." I headed to the bathroom.
As I was closing the door, George came charging up. "Can I see?"
Well George was having his firsts that night, but that was a lifetime first for me, having a guy watch that. But what the hell, why not? Since I was already naked, I stood in the shower stall with my legs apart, leaned against the wall and let go.
"Awesome," he reacted as my stream sprayed out and even ran down my leg..
"Did you like what you saw?"
"Oh yes."
I rinsed off my pussy and leg with the shower hose and turned to him. "So do you think you could fuck me just one more time before you have to go?" HIs cock was almost ready from what he had just seen, but I rubbed and sucked it some more to make sure. I leaned back against the wall again, rolling my sex forward so he had access. He stepped into the shower and had no trouble entering me. Our thrusts against each other were powerful and I could feel myself getting ready to cum.
But it was taking him longer this time and it was awkward there. I stepped out and leaned over the sink. "You can lick me again, even if your cum is there," He knelt behind me and licked away until my orgasm was in full moaning bloom. He seemed to know when it was time. He stood and plunged that lovely cock deep inside of me once again. Thrust after wonderful thrust in all the right places inside. And a slightly diminished load of his juices followed.
We both got dressed and kissed goodbye as he left. "Thank you, Mrs. Connor," he said as I closed the door behind him. I stood there shaking. Did I really do that? My god!
A few weeks later, when I came home after a meeting, Kara told me she had let George lick her pussy and she really liked it. She even let him take all her clothes off. He got undressed too. She really liked being naked with him, right here in my living room.
A couple weeks after that, she told me she had let George put his cock in her mouth that night. "He came on my neck and the sofa," she said, pointing. I helped her do a better job of wiping up the spot on the seat. "Do you let Mr. Conner cum in your mouth?" I nodded. Not just Peter, I thought.
Kara wasn't ready to let George fuck her, she said, but she knew where the condoms were just in case.
I had managed to get together with George a couple more times during one of Peter's more frequent trips abroad and Kara's family vacation. He didn't seem to mind that my belly was even more distended as he fucked me over and over. And I wondered whether some Spanish woman was being treated to the same thing.
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