**full disclosure** This is a true story. Names have been changed and/or altered to protect those involved. Believe it or not.
I have been friends with my buddy Jay since we were 12 yrs old. My home life was never great. We were poor. My dad was never around, and my mom did the best she could, but was constantly working, so I spent as much time as possible either playing rec league soccer, running cross country, working, or hanging out at Jay’s house.
Jay had the prototypical upper middle class life, only child, both parents around, nice two story house in a nice neighborhood and a backyard pool. Jay’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. E were the coolest parents anyone could ask for. Both took care of themselves health wise, neither was a supermodel, but not slobs either. Mrs. E was about 5’5″ with breasts I would guess to be a C cup that the years had been very kind to.
Fast forward to the summer between my junior and senior high school year. I just turned 18, and was a virgin in every sense of the word that didn’t include my left or right hand. I was bored as hell at my house and it was around 10am, and had no girlfriend at the time. I happened to be off work that day, rec league was in the offseason, and it was way too hot to go for a run. The only logical conclusion was to go to Jay’s house for a swim. Jay and his dad had a family business that they usually worked at until about 6 or 7 during the week, and Jay’s mom worked from home. I knew Jay wouldn’t be there but it wasn’t unusual at this point to be there without him because I really felt like part of the family at this point.
I get to his house and knock….no answer….Ok, no problem. I grab the spare key and let myself in. I was the guy that came and fed their pets when they went on vacation, so there was no creepy home invasion going on here.
Speaking loudly up the stairs, “Mrs. E don’t worry it just me, is it ok if I go for a swim?”
Mrs. E speaking from the top of the stairs: “Oh hey Brent, yeah that’s fine, be careful out there by yourself, Jay won’t be home for another few hours. Oh… I forgot to mention, if you need to use the bathroom, don’t use the upstairs or hallway bath they are both off limits because of the renovation, be sure to use the guest room bath.”
Me: “Ok, thanks Mrs. E”
I went to the kitchen, grabbed a couple of sodas and went to the pool. After about an hour, I had built up the need to really take a piss. I dried off and walked back in the house. The minute I walked in I caught a glimpse of Mrs. E in her bathrobe heading to the guest bath, as the door closed, with a towel over her shoulder. Shit! the only functional bathroom! “Ok, I can do this” I told myself. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, but after 15 minutes I couldn’t hold it any longer. I had to go that second. I couldn’t piss in the sink again, she yelled at me to no end last time I did…Jay and I made really weird bets sometimes. I’ll just have to knock, ask, and go for it.
Knock, Knock, “Mrs. E I hate to ask but I really need to pee. I promise I won’t look, but I really have to go!”
Mrs. E: “go ahead, but no peaking you little perv!”
She liked to mess with me sometimes. I was about as shy as shy could be around the naked female form, but in the same sense a typical teenager with raging hormones. I entered the bathroom in just my board shorts, half assed covering my eyes from the shower area. It wouldn’t have meant anything anyway. The glass of the shower door was frosted, so at best I would have only been able to see a hazy outline of her.
I released a stream of piss that must have sounded like a geyser going off, and just about the time I was finishing and doing the last couple of shakes, the shower turns off.
“Hold up Mrs. E, I’ll just be another second” No response, I hear the shower door open and close. “what the he…” Before I can even finish my thought, I feel her naked breasts press against my back, her surprisingly firm C cups. Her left hand grabs my chest pulling her against me tightly. Her right hand grabs my board shorts and yanks them to the ground and immediately comes back up and wraps itself firmly around the shaft of my cock.
I was in complete shock, but as if an involuntary reaction my flaccid cock reached full attention within a second. She still had not said a word, but began stroking my erect cock with a firm grip. Within a minute, her tongue was caressing my back, one hand lightly tweaking my nipple and the other gripping tighter and tighter stroking me faster and faster. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer but I wanted to try. I grunted out “Please…Mrs. E…slow down… I want to… I want to…” Boom! full release. I shot ropes of cum on the floor, the toilet seat, and the back of the toilet lid. Damn it! As my cock began to pulse back down to a soft state, she had one last tease for me as she rubbed the tip of her index finger across the tip of my cock, getting the last drips of cum on her finger, licking it and simply saying “yum!”
I finally turned around to her, catching a glimpse of her naked ass as she put on her bath robe. As she was walking out the door, she nonchalantly told me, as if telling me to feed the dog, “Make sure you clean up yourself and in here before Jay and his dad get home”
There I stood, shorts around my ankles, my cock soft and dripping some last little drops. and my cum sprayed all across the guest bath. What was I supposed to do. The only thing I could do, in my swirling mind. I picked up my shorts, cleaned the bathroom, and went back to the pool to wait for Jay to go hang out for the afternoon.
Mrs. E never made mention of that day again, and neither did I. I kept hoping for years after that day, that I would see a wink or a sly grin out of her to acknowledge that it had happened but…nothing. Until I met the woman I would eventually marry in college, I would always go back there and try to recreate the events of what I did, hoping that by some chance she would let it happen again and go further since I was more experienced. But nothing….never again.
I still don’t fully understand that day.
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