Coming Of Age

"It's alright. My husband - he always said I was sick so maybe you heard right."

"I should have left after I saw that - saw that you were alright."

"It wasn't your fault," Mrs. Audi insisted. "I shouldn't have been - well, that doesn't matter but I thought you were done with the lawn and had gone back home."

"I did. I forgot my wallet and came back to pick it up."

"Oh," Mrs. Audi said. "I didn't know that. I thought that maybe - well I know boys are curious and maybe you - I mean I know sometimes you look at me."

"I do," I admitted. "But not like that, I swear."

"I believe you honey," Mrs. Audi said as she squeezed my hand. "I know you saw what I was doing? Do you understand what you saw?"

"Yeah, I mean I think so. I do it all the time, but not with that whatever it was," I confessed.

"You don't have a girlfriend, do you Tyler?" Mrs. Audi asked, and I shook my head. "But you like girls right?"

"Yeah!" I almost shouted. "It's just around here, there's not many girls. Maybe when I go to college it will be easier.'

"I'm sure it will be on account of you're a cute boy and have a good heart," Mrs. Audi assured me.

"I don't know about that."

"You are. You see I always see you as the little boy even after all these years," Mrs. Audi said. "Your Mama and me, we were talking about you a while back and when she told me you were 18 I couldn't believe it. Time goes by so fast."

She didn't add that I still looked like a little twerp in many ways, and her not mentioning that was something which I was eternally grateful for.

"Yeah. I don't know who will do your lawn when I go away," I said.

"I'll get by, but it won't be the same without you," Mrs. Audi said. "I think I like you as much as you like me. maybe more."

"I doubt that," I informed her.

"I want to tell you something, because I think you feel embarrassed about what you saw through the window," Mrs. Audi said. "You see, after I thought about what your Mama and I talked about, I looked at you in a different way. I started to notice the way your body had changed and how the little boy had become a man. Do you know what I mean?"

"I - I don't know," I admitted.

"Last week I was watching you as you mowed. I saw the muscles as you moved and I thought about things. Maybe like the things you think about me sometimes," Mrs. Audi said as her hand tightened on mine. "Maybe I'm a crazy old woman but sometimes I think that when you look at me - maybe you don't see me as a sad old lady."

"I don't. I mean, I think you're pretty. Always have had sort of a - crush on you," I said. "But just like in my head. I know I'm just a kid and you're a married lady."

"This?" Mrs. Audi said as she held up the wedding ring while spinning it around. "I just wear it because I like the ring. It doesn't mean anything anymore. My ex-husband? He is dead to me. He wasn't nice to me. He made me do very bad things, not only with him but with other people. He wasn't like you. His heart was cold, not like yours. Do you understand?"

"I don't know."

"You see, when a man and a woman get married, they get to know each other very well," Mrs. Audi explained. "The man that romanced me was not the man he became. I never said no to him, except when he wanted me to do things that he knew I hated because he was a very big man. Making love? I always said yes, and he often said I was some kind of - what did he call me? A lunatic or a maniac. Something like that."

"Nymphomaniac?" I asked, remembering that my friend Ross had used that word to describe a girl that used to go to our school and I had to ask him what it meant, but as it turned out it wasn't true at least as far as I was concerned.

"Yes, that's the word. He said I wanted too much from him, but all I wanted to do was make him happy," Mrs. Audi said. "Anything but that one thing, but resisting made him angry and it came down to me knowing that one way I another I was going to get hurt. This doesn't make any sense to you, does it Tyler?"

"Some of it," I admitted as I tried to remember what the guy looked like, and the guy I used to be afraid of used to looked like a monkey and not a very big one either when he would lug his tool box in and out of the truck. "I think he should have been happy he got to be with somebody as nice as you but I don't know what this bad thing was that you keep talking about. Is it like whipping?"

"No honey. You know about the way people make love?" Mrs. Audi asked.

"Yes," I said, and although I had no first hand knowledge I had figured it out even without my old man's help.

"Besides that way there is another way," Mrs. Audi explained. "The man enters the woman in another place. Some people like that."

Wow. There were only two places besides the obvious one that I could figure and I couldn't imagine how somebody's mouth could get hurt by doing THAT.

"You mean the... bottom?" I asked while changing the word ass at the last minute, and when Mrs. Audi nodded I was stunned because I was totally ignorant about that, even more so than about most things.

"You see, men and woman are all built different," Mrs. Audi said. "My husband - he knew he would hurt me if we did it that way. I think that's why he did it, because it excited him to hear me cry and beg him to stop, or at least be gentle. The more I begged the more brutal he got, and when I would refuse he would hit me. Until after the last time when the police came. I didn't call though; somebody in the neighborhood did I think."

That had to be Mom or Dad because it would be tough for anyone else to have heard. I had heard, but I thought they were just arguing like my folks did, only a lot louder. I remember my parents talking long ago about one loud argument from across the street and my father telling my mother, "Best to mind your own beeswax."

That was the old man for you. It wasn't him and while I wished I was smart enough to have been able to figure it out and make the call myself, I hadn't. That left Mom. Meddling, over-bearing pain in the butt. I never loved her more that that moment.

I looked up at Mrs. Audi who was staring at me with a nervous smile, and when I saw those sad brown eyes and that chipped tooth in the front I thought about what had caused that, I lost it.

"I'm sorry honey. I tell you too much I think," Mrs. Audi said while waiting for me to get a grip over the image of that fucking asshole going out of his way to damage this sweet woman who wouldn't hurt a fly.

After I managed to control my emotions, I looked up and our eyes met across the table, her big brown eyes as damp as mine were.

"It's very lonely out here all by myself. I only stay here because I have nowhere else to go," Mrs. Audi explained. "I tried to sell the house but nobody wants to live out here."

The FOR SALE sign I remembered on the lawn after her husband disappeared got mowed around until it faded and got removed. I was glad about that because I liked Mrs. Audi.

"I still have feelings and desires like it did when I was younger, but when you're alone and have no one to talk to or be with, you get a little crazy like I did last week. Like when you saw me? Understand?"

"Yes," I agreed, because desires and loneliness were a way of life for me too.

"You see, when I was in bed last week and you were outside watching," Mrs. Audi explained as she tapped her temple with her finger. "In my mind you were inside with me in the bed."

The room was spinning around as I fought to breathe, having somehow forgotten how to inhale and exhale during Mrs. Audi's speech as the meaning had me reeling as it sunk in.

"I know it was wrong for me to think of you like that. Please don't hate me for it Tyler," Mrs. Audi concluded.

"Hate you?" I said as I glanced down at my forehead sweat bouncing on the kitchen table in front of me. "I don't hate you."

"Are we still friends?" Mrs. Audi asked. "I think you might be the only one I have around here."

"Of course," I croaked.

"Please don't leave yet honey," Mrs. Audi said as she got up from the table and kissed me on the top of the head before walking down the hall.

This was the most insane few minutes I had ever experienced, and that last revelation was the most stunning at all. Did she actually say she thought of me like I thought of her?

"Tyler?" came the voice from down at the end of the hall after a minute of silence. "Are you still there?"

"Yes Mrs. Audi."

"Could you come here for a minute?" came the voice at the end of the hall, and figuring she needed me to help her move something or do some household chore she couldn't handle so on shaky legs I walked down past the bathroom and made the only possible turn, which was a left which left me face to face with the first naked woman I had ever really seen in real life.

***

I froze in the doorway when I saw Mrs. Audi standing over by the side of the bed about 8' away from me. She was completely naked, with even the ever-present white socks gone although there were little marks around her calves from where the elastic of them had been.

Her legs were nice, just a little plump but very curvy and not hairy as far as I could tell, but that wasn't where my eyes went first. My attention went to her breasts, which were so amazing it was hard to believe that all of this lush flesh had been hiding under her frumpy house dresses.

Her breasts were as big as any of those women in Playboy, even bigger maybe, and while hers didn't stick straight out like most of them and hung almost to her waist I liked hers way better. They were sort of bell-shaped, and her nipples were crimson fat pegs that were centered on big aureolas that were about the same circumference as a soda can.

Below those incredible breasts was that bush I had gotten a glimpse of last week, but seeing it like this was way better. The hair looked thick and dense and it grew in a wide triangle that spread out to the inside of her thighs. There was even a little line of hairs that grew from the top of the triangle and went up to Mrs. Audi's belly button.

My visual examination took less time to perform than it did to describe, but I imagine that I must have stood there with my mouth open for well over a minute, thankfully not drooling. Only when Mrs. Audi spoke did my eyes go back to her face.

"I was prettier when I was younger," she said with a slight shrug of her shoulders, apologizing for what I didn't know because it wouldn't have been possible for her or any other to look any better than she did right at that moment. Adrienne Barbeau who?

"You never been with a girl, have you Tyler?" Mrs. Audi asked, and for a minute I was going to lie because I had invented a story about a girl that I had sex with but it was bullshit probably like most of the tales the other guys had.

"No," I croaked.

"Do you want to be with me?" she asked timidly, and for some reason it took me about 10 seconds to nod my head, with Mrs. Audi getting more apprehensive with every tick of the clock.

"Yes," I barely managed to get out, and if I thought words were tough to form I was finding swallowing impossible but I did squeak out, "Nervous."

"Me too," Mrs. Audi said, but although she might have been nervous, what I was didn't have a word to describe it.

I finally figured out that it was up to me to move towards her, and while I managed to take the half dozen steps required it was a rough voyage. Left right, left right. Did I forget how to walk? My legs were Jello and Mrs. Audi's bedroom had become a merry-go-round and everything spun as I reached her.

"I'm all sweaty," I said as Mrs. Audi reached up and put her hand on my chest, tracing the pattern of the design on front which had almost been blasted away over countless washings.

"I like a sweaty man," Mrs. Audi said before she reached down and took the bottom of the t-shirt in her hands and lifted it over my head.

I used to be a couple inches taller than Mrs. Audi, and while I'm sure I still was, I didn't feel it. She tossed the shirt onto the chair in the corner and then put her hand on my bare chest and rubbed the smooth skin before placing it over my heart.

"Your heart. I can feel it beating," Mrs. Audi whispered. "You're excited, aren't you Tyler? I am too. Here."

Mrs. Audi took my hand and placed it high on her breast, and while I couldn't feel her heart beating I nodded. It was have been tough to feel anything through all that flesh though, but it felt so soft and warm I left my hand right there which was where it stayed until Mrs. Audi moved it downward.

"You've done this to girls before, right Tyler?" she asked as she pressed my hand into her nipple.

"Couple times," I said as my hand gently squeezed her soft flesh, and while that was true, the two girls who had been kind enough to let me grope them were not built like Mrs. Audi.

"I wish I was your age again - you would have liked me better."

"No," I assured her while my eyes burned as the sweat poured down from my scalp.

"Sorry I don't have air conditioning," Mr. Audi said as she saw me melting in front of her, although I don't know if the temperature was responsible for my distress.

Mrs. Audi reached up and wiped the sweat off of my brow, and when she did my eyes were diverted from my paw on her breast to her exposed armpit and the thick black tuft of curls that filled the large crater.

"Not very sexy to a young fellow," Mrs. Audi said when she saw where I was staring, and she was going to lower her arm when I stopped her.

"No," I said. "I like it. Always have."

"Really?" she said and as she raised her arm higher she blushed and said something about her being a hippie.

My hand went up from her breast and tentatively let my fingers wander into the jungle, and as my nails slid into the damp tuft the slight scent of perfume and woman filled my nostrils.

"Whenever you would put clothes on the line I would always bring my mower close to you so I could see this," I confessed.

"I'm sweaty like you," Mrs. Audi said.

"You smell nice," I assured her, and then I found myself leaning down and kissing her armpit, finding that the hair was somewhat soft and springy and damp and sweet.

"Ohh!" Mrs. Audi said, and I felt her other hand on the back of my head, rubbing the back of my neck as I nuzzled under her arm. "You make me feel so good honey."

We began to kiss and then I felt my belt coming undone. Before I knew it my shorts were down around my knees and Mrs. Audi was reaching into my briefs, discovering that I probably was a lot less of a man than she had been used to. I began to apologize for what I felt was a shortcoming of mine if what I had seen in the locker room back at school was any indication, but she hushed me quickly.

"You're beautiful, Tyler," Mrs. Audi said as she pulled on my frightened limp dick, and as she tugged on it I began to relax. "Make love to me."

***

The next few moments were a blur. Mrs. Audi pulled me on top of her as she went down on the bed, and after I fumbled for a second she came to the rescue, taking my boner and putting it inside her hairy fold. After that, all I knew what that it didn't last nearly long enough to suit me.

"I liked it," Mrs. Audi said when I wondered aloud whether it was supposed to last more than a minute. "Lasted long enough for me."

I guess there was some yelping and moaning involved that didn't come from me, and I could feel scratches on my back as well so maybe she wasn't just being kind. Whatever, as I laid on the poor woman with my spent dick still in her, we kissed.

"Nice to be with a man again - a real man," Mrs. Audi cooed, and then she smiled. "Are you getting hard again?"

"I think so," I said as the sensation of having my dick in that snug fold made me tingle.

Mrs. Audi's reaction was to slide out from under me and straddle my crotch while she pulled on my stiffening dick, and after she slipped me into her I lasted longer this time.

The sight of this gorgeous woman riding me, her breasts swaying while she humped my dick, eventually got to me, but not until after she let out a blood curdling squeal as her pussy clamped around my cock.

That sight of Mrs. Audi looking up to the ceiling, her face red and every vein in her neck bulging while sweat flew wildly off of her body, would never leave me and finally caused me to cum. Mrs. Audi collapsed onto me and we rolled around the bed giggling, half falling off the mattress while we rolled around like kids.

After we got back onto the bed got a good look at where my cock had been. Mrs. Audi's pussy lips were large enough to be visible even though they were surrounded by a wild untrimmed jungle of black curls that was almost shaped like a heart as it stretched well outside of her delta.

My semen was oozing out of the fold, and when I saw that milky seed against the dark bush it sent a shiver down my spine. I'm a man, I thought to myself and maybe just having sex doesn't make you one but at least I felt like I was for the first time.

***

"Your mother is going to wonder where you are," Mrs. Audi said as she glanced over at the time.

"Not dinner time yet," I said as I curled up next to her, my stiffening dick poking into her hip while I nibbled under her arm.

"If she even came over and looked in the window they would run me out of town," she said. "What are you doing under there? I must smell horrible by now."

"Once more," I said as I slid over and sucked on her plump nipple.

"Tyler, I can't. I'm sore."

"My little dick..."

"It's not little, for the last time. Besides, this is all new to me. I haven't been with a man in so long and you? What is it so far? Four times?"

"Five counting the other one," I said, adding the last time when she gave me head and swallowed my seed.

"Well, I'm sore."

"Can I come back after supper?" I asked, and that request was answered with a string of Italian words that she refused to translate.

"How about tomorrow then?"

"We'll see."

"What do I do with this?" I asked while getting up to my knees and wiggling my erection at her.

"What did you do with it before today?" Mrs. Audi asked.

"This," I said, and with that I began to stroke myself.

"You going to let me watch you this time? I like that."

"Really?"

"Hmm..." Mrs. Audi said as she put her left hand behind her head and let her right hand slide sown into her bush. "Nice. You gotta nice pair of balls on you Tyler."

"I do?" I said while reaching down and giving my dangling sac a squeeze and lamenting. "Wish my dick was bigger. It isn't even 6" long. My friend Tony's gets over 8" when it's hard."

"You like what we did today Tyler?" Mrs. Audi asked, and after I nodded she asked me if I wanted to do it again some time.

"Heck yes."

"Then shut up with the nonsense," she said sharply. "No woman wants to hear that silly stuff. You made me cum more this afternoon than any man ever did before so knock it off or I'll throw your butt out of bed."

"Sorry," I said when I figured out she wasn't kidding.

"Forgiven," Mrs. Audi said. "You going to cum soon?"

"You want me to?"

"Not really," Mrs. Audi said as she squirmed in the sheets. "Want to do something a little different?"

"Sure."

***

"Oh wow!" I said after straddling Mrs. Audi and putting my dick into her deep cleavage.

"You like that?" Mrs. Audi asked as she looked down and watched me making little thrusts into the slick skin between her breasts.

"Oh yeah."

"You want me to squeeze my boobies together or do you want to do it?

"I'll do it," I said as I grabbed the sides of her sweaty breasts and kept them wrapped tightly around my dick. "Could you - uh..."

I didn't have to say anything else as Mrs. Audi smiled at me while leaning back toward the headboard and linking her hands behind her neck.

"I know I'm weird," I said in explaining my infatuation with her armpit hair, which she exposed for my benefit.