I put my hand on his leg. "We could do something about that tonight," I added, my hand sliding 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. Westmore!"
As it turned out, I was wearing a simple beige cotton dress that barely made it to the top of my knees and wide straps over my shoulders. "Does Whitney let you see her breasts?" I asked as I started rubbing his cock.
"Uh, yes, Mrs. Westmore."
"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.
"Mrs. Westmore ..." and he did just that, staring at my tits like they were the Virgin Mary herself. "They're big." I have to admit, Whitney was a lot closer to flat than my 34Ds.
"You can play with them just like you play with Whitney'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 once," he added.
"Well, you can see mine all you want, but first show me what she lets you do." Ethan 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," he had discovered.
I couldn't help giggling. "No. ... But go on. Go on," I begged. Ethan's fingers finally found my opening and he pushed one in. "Yes. Yes. Put two in," I egged, the electricity making my feet and everything else tingle.
"You can look, Ethan," and we both saw where his hand disappeared into the waistband of my panties and his knuckles bulged out the crotch.
"Take them off." He managed to drag my panties off with one hand and laid them on the chaise longue next to him.
He 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. "Charlotte's? Have you been changing her diaper?"
He looked down at his toes. "No. Whitney 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. Finally I tugged his fingers away and pulled apart my pussy lips. "There, now you can see where everything is located 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 took to rubbing his pants again and made another go at his belt, and then his zipper, exposing the ridge in 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 thoroughly naked. Naked in front of this high school junior. "Your first naked girl?"
He nodded. "Y.. Y... Yes, Mrs. Westmore." As he took off his shirt and his undershirt, I stood in front of him and, let us say, paraded my assets, rubbing each important place and my lips seductively.
"You're going to have to take off more than that." Ethan pushed his shoes off without unlacing them and eased his pants down.
I couldn't wait any longer and yanked his jockey's down. His cock sprang out, a very nice long, hard circumcised shaft I might add. I bent forward and draped my hand around it and tugged. He took a 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 myself 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 fragrance? It's the fragrance of love. Kiss it more."
"I smell Whitney'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 escaped my lips and it seemed to surprise him. "Put your tongue where your fingers were," and I shuddered 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. Westmore, won't Mr. Westmore ..."
"Fuck me, Ethan. 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 passage, 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. Westmore be mad?"
"We won't tell him will we. We won't tell anybody. Not even Whitney, 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 bulging belly. And anticipating his next question, "and it doesn't hurt the baby to have sex."
We pulled the covers up and talked for a while longer. "You liked that I hope. Your first time. I hope it was special."
"Oh yes, Mrs. Westmore."
"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 Ethan'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. Westmore!" More of the same. "Oh Mrs. Westmore!!" More and more. Then, "Oh no, oh no," I didn't stop. And soon gushes 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. Did you like it?"
"Oh my god, Mrs. Westmore." We kissed deeply.
"Look at my pussy," I chortled 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 said, exited.
"Now you can tell Whitney 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, then 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, Ethan came charging up. "Can I see?"
Well Ethan was having his firsts that night, but that was a lifetime first for me, having a guy watch me pee. 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 witnessed, 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 rigorous 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 magnificent 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. Westmore," 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, Whitney told me she had let Ethan 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 few weeks after that, she told me she had let Ethan 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. Westmore cum in your mouth?" I nodded. Not just Jesse, I thought.
Whitney wasn't ready to let Ethan fuck her, she said, but she knew where the condoms were just in case.
I had managed to get together with Ethan a couple more times during one of Jesse's more frequent trips abroad and Whitney'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 indulgences.