Ms. P's Decision

Sometimes the planets align or the full moon conspires to release our most animalistic instincts or maybe it's just dumb luck, but my sex life has always been feast or famine. I've gone two years without anything more sexually stimulating than a quick jerk off session and a porno movie—then there are weeks, months, even years when I seem to trip into other people's erotic lives with the ease and virtuosity of a jazz musician. The summer after I graduated from high school turned out to be one such occasion.

I was helping my friend Marc clean the swimming pool in his backyard. He, along with his mom and sister, had just moved into the house a few weeks earlier; previously, they all lived with his grandparents, because his mom and dad divorced during our junior year. Filled with scummy water from lack of use, Ms. P assigned us the task of getting the pool ready for the hot Texas summer. We had been working hard for about two hours when she appeared in the backyard with some cold drinks.

"Why don't you guys take a break," she suggested.

"Sounds good to me Ms. P," I said, as she handed me a glass of iced tea.

Ms. P was an attractive middle-aged woman who taught at the local middle school. She had shoulder length, curly red hair and milky white skin. Her face and arms were peppered with freckles. At home, she seldom wore bras, which drove my teenaged mind blind with lust. Her breasts were not much more than an A cup, and her pointy nipples often poked against the cotton fabric of her sundress like two juicy blueberries. She also loved wearing low cut tank tops and, on more than one occasion, blessed me with a quick peak at her boobs. Her belly was tight but not muscular. Her ass was round but not voluptuous. Her legs were skinny but not pencil thin. When she moved, every man's eyes followed the swish and tumble of Ms. P's thighs. I masturbated to thoughts of her more times than I can count.

"Looks like you all have made a big dent in this project," Ms. P said.

"It'll be worth the effort when we're done," Marc replied.

"No more hanging out at the public pool with all the annoying kiddies," I added.

While Ms. P taught summer classes, my friend and I had plans of inviting girls over for a little swimming and sun bathing. We counted on convincing them to skinny dip or even catch some rays in the nude. I was starting to get a boner just thinking about it. Ms. P must have noticed the growing bulge under my cut off jeans, because she smiled and winked at me before excusing herself. I watched her cute butt rock back and forth as she walked into the house. Marc punched me in the arm and said, "Quit ogling my mom, you jerk!"

"I can't help it she's a hottie," I teased.

"Maybe so, but," Marc started to say...

"No buts about it, you're the luckiest dude on the block," I rubbed it in some more.

"Shut up cock slut, before I kick your ass."

"Of course, your aunt Dot is even hotter. I bet you jerk off to thoughts of her all the time," I taunted.

"Not as much as you think of swallowing my load," Marc said as a comeback.

"Those are fighting words," I said with a smile and tackled him to the ground. We rolled around in the grass for a few minutes, before I finally pinned him down and started dry humping his leg.

"Oh Marc, oh Marc. You know you want it. You know you need my dick up your ass," I chanted.

"Get off me you butt munch," Marc said laughing. For a moment we made eye contact followed by an uncomfortable silence, then my friend pushed me off of him. We wrestled a bit more before getting back to work.

When we finally finished the job, the sun was setting and the both of us were ready for a shower. I was going to head home, but could smell the delicious brisket Ms. P was cooking and hoped for an invite. No sooner had we entered the house, than she beckoned, "Why don't you join us for dinner. You can clean up in the master bath."

"Sounds great," I said. The house wasn't very big just your basic 3/2. It only took me an instant to make my way back to her bedroom, which was dominated by a waterbed. There was just enough space to slide past it and into a walk-in closet that lead to the bathroom. I stepped over a pile of dirty clothes and noticed a pair of red satin panties. I couldn't resist picking them up and rubbing them against my nose. I didn't really have a thing for smelly under garments, but the thought of Ms. P's slit and its fiery mound of pubic hair made my dick jump. Hanging on to the soiled panties, I entered bathroom and stripped out of my clothes.

The lid on the toilet seat had a fluffy cover and when I sat down, the sensation against my ass felt great. I began stroking my cock with my left hand and rubbing the satin panties on my chest with the right. I imagined fucking Ms. P, and it didn't take long for my shaft to reach full size, at which point, I massaged her lingerie against the tip. The satin material touching my mushroom created a tickling sensation I had never experienced before, and I had to ease back on my vigorous stokes to stave off an orgasm.

"Ahem!" Ms. P said clearing her throat, "I brought you a clean towel; the ones on the rack are dirty." My eyes popped open and my gut filled with fear. She stood there in the doorway staring at me masturbating. To my surprise, Ms. P didn't shriek and run out of the bathroom; instead, her eyes lingered over my erection for what seemed like hours. In my shock, I had pulled her panties away from my pulsing member.

Ms. P advanced a few steps, tossed the towel on the sink, and squatted down for a better view. Her eyes looked into mine and seemed to say that everything was ok, before she reached out and gently pulled my panty-clad hand back into place. I slowly began massaging myself again, while Ms. P watched with a smile on her face. All the fear and embarrassment drained away, and my hand picked up speed. I let my gaze wander from her green eyes to her thin, red lips—they parted slightly leaving a stalactite of saliva between them. Her tongue poked forward clearing the entrance to her mouth. My stare then dropped to her breasts. Ms. P's nipples were hard beneath her tank top. She must have seen me looking, because she leaned forward just enough to give me a full view and steadied herself by placing her hand on my thigh. The sight of her bare breasts and the connection of our skin were too much for me, and I began to churn out bolts of come into her private clothing.

When my hips stopped bucking from my powerful orgasm, Ms. P said, "Dinner will be ready soon, I hope you've worked up an appetite." She then got up and walked out of the bathroom.

"Oh my God," I kept thinking to myself, "I can't believe what just happened." I quickly jumped into the shower; soaped-up, and rinsed off—the whole time wondering if I was going to wake up. The image of Ms. P watching me started pushing blood back into my penis. I didn't have time for another round, and I got out of the shower just as the water turned cold. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my middle before heading to Marc's room for some clean clothes.

We must have finished at about the same time, because my friend was drying off when I walked into his room. We had seen each other naked before from the times we went camping, among other things, so it wasn't a big deal. Marc's body was leaner than mine and had more muscle definition. We were both about 5' 11" with dark brown hair—his was wavy and mine was straight. I noticed that his cock was semi-erect too.

"You'll poke your eye out kid," I joked.

"Quit looking at my fuck rod, dick breath," he retorted.

"You wish," I jibed back. It wasn't a bad looking wiener as far as wieners go—probably six or six and a half inches long with a nice, hefty girth. Mine was a couple of inches longer but not nearly as fat. While mine curved, his hung straight. Both of us were circumcised.

"What you grinning at fudge packer?" Marc asked.

"Nothing," I lied, after all, I couldn't tell him his mom just watched me toss a salad.

"Want to race?" Marc said looking down at my own waning hard on.

About a year ago, we stared playing this game where we'd jerk off together to see who could come the fastest or shoot the farthest or some other competitive combination. It all began one day when we were over at his grandparent's house. No one was home, and we snuck into his Uncle Billy's room. Marc wanted to show me something cool. Once inside, he shut the door and started searching around under the bed. A few seconds later, he popped up with a VHS tape in hand.

"Wait until you see this," he said. I had an idea what was on the tape, because I had been watching my father's porn since middle school. In the corner of the room, on top of a dresser was a 19" TV and VCR. Marc inserted the film and pressed the play button; instantly, the screen came alive with a close up of a blonde chick bobbing up and down on some guy's knob.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched the scene unfold; it was standard 80's fare—boom-chukka-boom-boom beat in the background, a bimbo with big hair squealing in the foreground, while getting plugged by a young Joey Silvera. By the time the money shot rolled around, Marc and I had painful lumps in our pants.

Horny as hell, I started rubbing my groin while gauging my friend's reaction out of the corner of my eye. He didn't even notice. He was too busy watching the action and pressing on his own boner. It wouldn't be long before I was totally frustrated, so I figured, "what the hell..."

"I challenge you to a dick duel," I said

"What? What's that?"

"We jerk off to the next scene and whoever comes closest to the money shot wins," I explained.

"What's a money shot?"

"Don't be a dumb fuck," I teased and then proceeded to clarify the metaphor. Without waiting for him to accept the challenge, I shimmied out of my jeans and briefs. My friend was only a second behind me.

"Ok. Ready, Set, Go," I announced and we were off.

For the next ten minutes, we pulled on our pricks alternating our eyes from the screen to each other. He probably had the advantage; after all, he'd watched the flick before and knew the exact moment of delivery. I, on the other hand, only had my general, though vast, experience of porno to back me up. I knew the formula and considered myself a professional jerk off artist. As luck would have it, Marc started coming just as the anonymous dick on the screen pushed its way into the young starlet's ass. His come shot out all over the carpet and his hand. My friend then reached over and tried wiping his jac on my shirt, but I rolled out of the way and continued stroking. I only had to hold out for a couple of minutes more, because I knew the stud would be pulling out soon and washing those scrumptious cheeks with his seed. Seconds after he started spitting seamen, I began heaving ropes of my own into the air that landed on the bookshelf next to the bed. Marc and I looked at each other and busted out laughing.

"We better hide the evidence," he said. After that day, we played our little game about every other week sometimes more sometimes less depending on our access to fresh fuck material.

I looked at my friend's naked body and thoughts of that first time flashed through my brain causing my boner to strengthen. I had always wondered what it would be like to suck a cock, even though I knew I wasn't gay. I think most straight guys harbor a few homo fantasies, particularly when you're in your late teens and always horny. I knew Marc had an unconscious desire to let me wrap my lips around his penis, because of the names he was constantly calling me.

"Hey, dude, I said, you want to race?" Marc repeated, bringing me back to reality. I glanced down at his balls and saw that he was almost fully erect.

"I've got a better idea," I said. Knowing I couldn't win the race because of my recent orgasm—I hate losing—I dropped my towel on the floor in front of Marc, quickly fell to my knees, and grabbed his cock before he could protest. Surprisingly, he just stood there smiling waiting for my lips. I massaged his balls and squeezed the shaft of his penis a few times, then moved closer for a little taste. Along with the gentle touch of his hands stroking through my hair, the feeling of his dick head penetrating my mouth was wondrous. At first, I played at sucking the tip and swirling my tongue around the helmet, but I knew what he really wanted. Slowly, I began easing my throat around his dick. Relaxing my neck, I let Marc enter me all the way.

"Damn, this is amazing," Marc croaked.

My nose touched his pubic bone, and I reached my hands around to his ass cheeks to hold him tightly in place. I stared up at my friend, and he winked placing his palms at the back of my head and began pulling out. I squeezed his ass when he got halfway and he thrust back in, fucking my throat. It didn't take long for Marc to increase his pace. My spine tingled with ecstasy every time his cock stabbed the back of my mouth. From the sound of his moaning, I could tell he was only seconds away from orgasm and shifted my efforts to his dick slit. As I clamped down on his helmet, Marc lost control and began ejaculating on my tongue.

"Fuck, fuck. Oh god man," he said bucking wildly at my lips. When he finished coming, he pulled out with a pop; it had taken less than five minutes.

"I guess you win," I teased and swallowed the rest of his salty nectar. He smiled and stared down at my stiff pecker.

"What are we going to do about that," he asked?

"I'm saving it for your mom," I joked, though part of me was dead serious. My friend responded by punching me on the arm.

"You really are a dick breath now," Marc said.

"I'll be a mother fucker later," I retorted and he tackled me to the bed. We started rough housing, and I almost had him pinned when the door flung open. Standing in the entry was Marc's sister, Genie. She stared at our naked bodies for a moment then said, "Dinner's ready you faggots."

"Are you going to shut the door or are you going to stand there all day gawking?" Marc replied as he tried to hide his genitals with a pillow. I, on the other hand, let my boner flop around in full view while studying her gaze. Sure enough, she couldn't help sneaking a peek.

"I think she likes what she sees," I said to Marc.

"Nice salami for a gay wad," she remarked, as she turned around and strutted away without closing the door.

"We better get dressed," my friend said. He tossed me some gym shorts and a t-shirt, then started pulling on his jeans. When we walked into the dining room, the food was laid out.

"About time," Genie said as we sat down, and Ms. P came out of the kitchen with some ears of corn. She took the remaining chair at the table and bowed her head to say grace.

"Amen," we all responded in unison when she finished and proceeded to heap our plates with brisket, corn, and mashed potatoes.

"There's nothing I like more than a perfectly cooked piece of meat," I said with an air of conspiracy and chomped down on my first bite.

"I'll say," Marc replied with a big grin on his face.

"Me too, but not as much as you guys," Genie said catching the double meaning.

"It just melts in your mouth like hot butter," I continued.

"Maybe I'll turn vegetarian," Genie responded with a wink.

"Sooner or later you'll start craving meat again," Ms. P replied and rubbed her foot against my bear shin. Everyone settled into a rhythm and it wasn't too long before we had cleaned our plates.

"Mom?" Genie said between her last two spoonfuls of mashed potatoes.

"Yes, dear."

"May I stay the night over at Jessica's? She's having a slumber party."

"That's fine with me. Is it ok if John uses your bed?"

"Yeah, as long as he doesn't mess with my stuff."

"I guess I'm sleeping over tonight," I said. After dinner, I called my parents to let them know I wouldn't be home until tomorrow afternoon. I didn't need permission, but I always liked to be courteous. When I got off the phone, I helped Genie with the dishes and Ms. P excused herself to go freshen up while Marc headed to the video store.

"Your brother and I aren't really gay you know," I said.

"I understand," she replied.

"Really, how so?"

"I've been there with my friend Jess."

"We were just wrestling," I lied.

"No you weren't. I heard you through that poor excuse for a door. Someone was getting his dick sucked."

"And how would you know? Have you ever sucked a dick?" I retorted.

"No, but I've seen enough porno."

"Ok. You're right. I gave your brother a blow job," I said looking her in the eye. Her face started turning red with embarrassment.

"What was it like? Did you swallow?" she asked.

"It was like electricity shooting through my neck, and, yes, I swallowed." I said. Saying those words aloud to Marc's sister was strangely erotic.

"Did it taste weird?"

"No, just salty. I could show you some time," I joked, as I rinsed the last dish.

"I might take that offer. You should stop by Jessica's tomorrow after lunch; her parents will be at a soccer game," she said with a grin.

"Do you mean it? You're not just fucking with me," I said.

"You'll have to stop by to find out," she teased and walked out of the kitchen. I chased after her, but she ran into her bedroom and shut and locked the door.

"Wait until tomorrow," she said through the wooden barricade, "it'll be worth it."

Both chagrinned and excited, I walked down the hallway toward Marc's room. She was, undoubtedly, setting me up, but I couldn't help wanting her. Only this last year had I taken a notice of Genie, as she had transformed, seemingly overnight, into a shapely young woman. She looked nothing like her mother. While Ms. P was tall and thin, Genie was short and curvy. Her auburn hair cut Paige boy style framed a heart shaped face. Her bronze skin stood out against her mother's white freckly body. Genie's breasts were also much larger not quite a C-cup. She must have gotten her looks from the father's side of the family.

I was horny as hell when I rounded the corner of the hallway. Ms. P's door was open a crack and I could hear the shower turn on in her bathroom. "Maybe this is an invitation," I thought, as I crept slowly through the entrance. I saw the infamous red panties wadded up on the waterbed, as well as, a vibrator standing up on the headboard shelf. I picked up the satin undergarment and noticed that they were soaked. She had added her own juices to mine. I smoothed the material and carefully laid it out on the bed, so Ms. P would know I had discovered her handiwork. For an added touch, I placed the vibrator on top. By now, steam was coming from the bathroom, and I desperately wanted to sneak a peek, but I heard someone enter the house. It was Marc back from the video store. I left the room and shut the door behind me, further evidence of my presence. I quickly popped into Marc's room, which was caddy-corner to his mom's.

Moments later, my friend walked in. I was stretched out on his bed reading a Motor Trend magazine.

"Find anything good?" I asked.

"Yeah, I picked up a copy of Wild at Heart," Marc replied, "I heard it was interesting."

"Mom! I'm leaving!" we heard Genie shout from the living room.

"Call me when you get there!" we heard Ms. P shout back. I wondered to myself how she felt about the little clues I left behind. I was lost in thought while Marc changed out of his street clothes into something more comfortable. When he was finished, we reconnoitered to the kitchen.

I rummaged through the fridge for stuff to make nachos, while Marc popped some popcorn. After we were done making our snacks, we headed back to the living room. My friend set up the VCR and I got comfortable on the love seat. The tape started and he dimmed the lights before lying down on the sofa, which ran along the opposite wall and formed an L with the love seat. As the previews were ending, the phone rang. "Must be Genie," I thought. A minute later, Ms. P emerged around the corner. She motioned me to scoot over and sat down beside me. She was wearing a long t-shit nightgown that touched the middle of her creamy thighs. Her raised eyebrow and slight grin told me she approved my brief foray into her room earlier. She cleared her throat a little and nodded at the half eaten nachos in my lap, which I quickly placed on the end table. Ms. P then shifted her position putting her feet in the vacant spot at my crotch. Curled up in the corner she pulled the afghan off the top of the love seat and covered her naked legs. While shifting around to find the most comfy position, she purposely allowed her shirt to ride up over her ass. She adjusted the blanket enough so I could see. Ms. P was wearing the red satin panties. Embolden by this display, I started rubbing her feet.