Mandy didn’t know about my relationship with her mother. She didn’t know that my tongue had been in every nook and cranny of the older woman’s body, nor that I had penetrated the canal through which Mandy had entered the world. She didn’t know that my exultant spunk had drenched the surrounding area because Mrs Hubert turned me on so much.
She didn’t know that I knew about her relationship with her stepfather – unless Mrs Hubert had confronted them about it, which I doubted very much.
Nor did she know I knew about the foursome she and her illicit lover had enjoyed at least once with my – gag, gasp – parents, whatever permutations that had involved.
What she did know was that I would soon be leaving for university, and she seemed to be dreading it. She became more loving, more demonstrative, and now that she had finally stopped pretending to be a virgin afraid of sex, we were at it like rabbits – not that I have ever seen rabbits copulating, but that’s the old expression.
For my part, I had been told by Mrs Hubert that we should cool it off for a while, which left me not just disappointed and deflated but relying on Mandy for sexual gratification.
One afternoon we were in my room – her mother having banned me from their house – messing about on the bed, listening to music and kissing and feeling. She was wearing a short denim skirt and I suddenly had the urge to discover new territory. I wrenched her knickers down and off, and made her kneel on the bed. I licked her arse, which had become a standard part of our lovemaking since she had allowed herself to relax and enjoy it, and when she was really turned on I dragged her back and pulled her over my knee, face down. She seemed to know what I was doing and didn’t resist.
I flipped the skirt up and smacked her quite gently.
“Oooh,” she said wittily. I decided to give her something to oooh about.
I spanked her harder and she flinched. Then I gave it to her with full force.
“Owww!” she exclaimed. “Ben!” It was one of those three-note cries, up down up.
I smacked her again, as hard as I could and she tried to wriggle free but I pinned her down with my left arm and gave it to her over and over again until her voice began to lose the whine and I knew she was submitting to me.
Her buttocks were crimson, with the shape of my fingers as decoration.
“Now kneel on the floor,” I said firmly. She did as she was told as I removed my underpants and pulled her head down to suck my cock. I could see she liked this turn of events. She sucked me as if my pleasure was all that mattered. She was trying to make me cum in her mouth, which she had never let me do up to that time. But that day I didn’t want to do that because I had other plans.
“On the bed,” I growled, and she looked up with a naughty girl smile.
“Hands and knees,” I commanded and she got into position immediately.
I got down behind her and licked her arse again, just because I loved doing that. I tried to force my tongue into her anus but didn’t get very far. I knelt up and wet my middle finger with saliva, then plunged it into her.
“No,” she said instinctively, but it was already in and as I worked it around gently she relaxed.
“Stay there,” I said as I reached under the pillow for the sachet of lubricant I had bought from the smirking, embarrassed girl in the pharmacy. Mandy watched and then spoke, as I knew she would.
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously.
“What does it look like?” I replied. I could see her considering her options. I didn’t know if Bradley had done this with her, or maybe my Dad, but I doubted it.
“it’s going to hurt,” she said hesitantly.
“How do you know?”
“Everyone knows,” she said defensively.
“You’ll be fine,” I said, working the stuff into her little hole and spreading the rest on my cock. Then I got right up behind her and mounted her, gently but firmly. She made pained noises and gave half a scream as the head of my cock finally popped in. I stopped, as I had heard you’re supposed to, and allowed her anal cavity to adjust to my intrusion. Then I began to push and retreat, push and retreat, and she gave little high-pitched grunts, still apprehensive but apparently now knowing the worst was over and that this part was actually really good.
I pushed in as far as I could go, not so much for her pleasure as to seek some of my own. Her sphincter was gripping my shaft and my cock head was lost in space, a dark, unfeeling nothingness. I was determined to cum and random thoughts flew through my mind to try to heighten my excitement. Naturally these included rimming her mother, my favourite thing in the whole world, and it worked. I began to feel I was cumming and I ground into her and increased the speed until eventually, I unloaded into Mandy’s arse.
And at that very moment, she wailed and began to shake.
“Oh. Oh. Ohhh,” she sang as her body shuddered beneath me. I finished pumping my stuff into her chute and climbed off. She collapsed next to me and put her head into the crook of my arm.
“Well,” she said in tired-but-witty mode. “That was a surprise.”
“Nice?” I asked.
“Nice is not the word,” she said, searching for the right one. “Scary, painful, excruciating… amazing.”
“You never done that before?” I asked.
“You know the answer to that,” she said flatly, and for once I believed her. I couldn’t imagine either of my rivals buried balls deep in her dark cavity. And I had planted my seed there, like a mountaineer leaving a slippery flag at the summit.
Time began to fly past as my departure drew near. Mandy told me she would love me forever and she would wait while I was away and come and visit me when she could. This was a bit rich coming from a girl who had been shagging other people when I was right there. I told her as gently as I could that it wouldn’t work and she cried, but didn’t argue.
Then one day she invited me for Sunday dinner. She and Bradley would go to church as usual but be back by eight. Her Mum had lifted the ban, she said, because it would be nice for us all to get together before I left.
I interpreted this as meaning – from Mrs Hubert’s point of view – that I could go round there as soon as they had left. It wasn’t guaranteed but that was what I planned to do. I waited around the corner until I saw the car leave with the two of them in it and walked nervously up the drive.
She feigned surprise.
“Oh, Benjamin… come in. They’re out. Didn’t she say eight o’clock?”
I looked into her undecided eyes and my message got through.
“It’s all in the oven,” she said. “Roast chicken and potatoes. Boil some peas at the last minute and we’re in business.” Then it was her turn to look into my eyes and we fell into each other’s arms and kissed like long-lost lovers.
“God, I hoped you would come early,” she said, stroking me like a cat. “I’ve missed you, my darling.”
Fuck – I was her darling. This was beyond my wildest dreams. I thought she had fobbed me off, hoping I would forget about it.
“Come on,” she said urgently, leading me to the spare room.
As she closed the door she turned and began to undress for me. Her sweater, her skirt. This wonderful woman stood appetizingly before me in just her underwear. She took off her bra and her lovely breasts called out to be kissed.
“Stay there,” she said, reading my mind. She removed her knickers and threw them to me. I put them to my nose, as she knew I would.
“Yes, you’re kinky,” she said quietly, like a doctor confirming her initial diagnosis. “Take your clothes off and come with me.”
I followed her into the master bedroom and on into a big bathroom at the side of it. She could see me checking it out and wondering exactly what it was. It had a tiled floor, all sides of which sloped gently towards the drain hole in the middle.
“Big,” I said.
“It’s called a wet room,” she explained. “They’re big in Scandinavia, I believe.” I looked at her for guidance and she came to me and kissed me sensuously.
“Lie down there,” she said. When I spent a second thinking about it she added, “Don’t you trust me?”
“On my back?” I asked, and she smiled down at me. Her comfortable, rather roly-poly little body was an odd vessel to contain the wonderfulness of her mind and her personality. Her pubic hair billowed, announcing the imminence of hidden treasure.
I lay on my back and watched with fascination as she stood over me and steadily crouched down as she had before on the bed until her bits were right above my face, but just out of reach of my tongue.
“Ready?” she asked in a strangely nervous tone. I grunted ambiguously. And a trickle of urine fell from her crotch onto my cheek.
“Okay?” she said, to announce that that was intentional.
“Yes,” I hissed breathlessly, not really knowing what to expect next.
Mrs Hubert exhaled with something like relief and then let herself go. She was kneeling above me in this slightly spooky shower room and pissing on my face. And then she was pissing in my mouth, because I found myself opening it to receive her weird, ultra-intimate gift.
When I had accepted a mouthful and let some out while swallowing the rest, she moved down a little and pissed on my chest. The liquid was hot on my tepid skin and it was like being baptized into the church of shameless lust.
Mrs Hubert’s urine ran down my stomach into my navel and down my sides into my armpits. I worked my way up so she was pissing into my pubic hair, on my cock and balls, dribbling into my arse. Her face was transfixed in a sort of helpless leer and she screwed up her eyes as she squeezed the last squirts onto me, and then it was just drops falling like gentle rain.
She bent forward and kissed me.
“Shall we have a shower?” she said with a self-conscious smile. But a shower wasn’t what I wanted. Having discovered the erotic charge of the golden shower, my cock was rock hard.
I pulled her hips down and plunged into her, pumping this delectable woman deep and hard, my fingers straying into her arse and tickling her there. She rode me inexpertly, as though she wasn’t accustomed to being on top, then quickly climbed off and turned on the shower. Cold water hit me as I scrambled to my feet but quickly turned warm and we embraced as we rinsed each other, before skipping back into the bedroom, toweling as we went.
Through the master bedroom, where I briefly imagined her being vanilla-ed by Bradley, and into our room, where I threw her onto the bed and leapt on top.
“You’re so kinky,” she giggled as my raging cock plunged up her welcoming hole.
“I’m kinky?” I exclaimed. “And whose idea was that?”
“You make me feel so randy,” my middle-aged lover whispered as she was assaulted by an orgasm.
I pulled out and knelt over her and came in torrents on her face, in her obliging mouth and on her chest. She rubbed my semen into her nipples and pulled me down to lie on top of her. And she held me tight and caressed me.
At ten to eight, I was sitting in the lounge with a cup of tea while Mrs Hubert, wearing her Torremolinos apron, busied herself in the kitchen. Bradley and Mandy walked in, smiling innocently as she gave me a peck on the cheek and he shook my hand.
“So, off into the big wide world to learn about life,” he said in that jaunty, superior, adult way of his. I was concerned that I might still smell of his wife’s urine and she might have a faint, chloriney smell of semen about her. But I was happy and I knew she was too.
