It started out to be a normal day. I was fifteen, it was summertime, I had gone over to my girlfriend Vickie's house for a swim. She was leaving as I pulled up. She had to go across town for the afternoon for an advanced placement chemistry class at the junior college. I knew it would be OK to use the pool while she was gone. Vickie and I were more friends than lovers. The two brightest kids in our high school, we "found" each other, and decided to date. We made out a lot, but the one time I pushed her to have real sex, she trembled and said she wasn't ready for that yet. She was genuinely upset, and I liked her too much to press her about it. Anyway I had a string of dumb little bimbettes I could call for a quick jerk-off in the park, or sometimes a fast screw when their parents were out for the night. I could afford to be generous with Vickie. I entered the front door to Vickie's house and called out hello. Nobody answered. Vickie's mom was the reason I felt so welcome at their house. Nearly every other mom I knew hated my guts because they knew I just wanted to smoke reefer and fuck their daughters. They were right. But I was truly grateful to Joanie, Vickie's Mom. She set a place for me at the table whenever I stopped by after school, assuming I would join them for dinner. She conversed with me in a way that I could tell meant she didn't think of me as just some dumb teenage gland with legs. Little did she know. Joanie was a little shorter than her daughter, about five-six. She had short black hair in a pixie cut, long slanted brown eyes above sculpted cheek bones. She was in her early forties, had born four kids, but maintained the body of a twentyfive year old. Once when Vicky and I lay snbathing my the pool, she had come out and joined us. I hid behind sunglasses, but couldn't keep my eyes off her enormous tits, bouncing beneath her bikini top as she walked around the edge of the pool. Every part of her made me salivate. She sat in a lounge chair next to me, with her feet to my head, and began leafing through a copy of MS. magazine. I ogled her body when I felt she couldn't see. Wide shoulders, delicate collar bones, breasts cupped by the swim suit, creating a deep valley where they met. Narrow waist flaring out to a wide womanly waist, a trace of belly, but flat from back to front at the hips. Perfectly proportioned legs running down to delicat ankles. And then her feet. I don't know hwatis was about her feet. I was a dumb teen, had no concept of erotic notions beyond the quick feel of a boob or my prick spasming on the sly. I sat by the pool that day, staring at her finely formed feet, tanned and narrow, widening slightly to her long toes. For some reason her toes, their nails painted deep scarlet, gave me a rumbling feeling in the pit of my stomach. As I stared, Joanie splayed her toes, then idly brought one foot to the others ankle and scratched an itch. My dick was rock hard in my baggy shorts. I jacked off later that night, and several times again, fantasizing about her feet. I didn't want to think about it too hard, I just knew that joanie was working her way into my mind and cock. I thought I was alone in the house that day, and went upstairs to shower before I hit the pool. The master bedroom had the best shower, so I strode upstairs to Joanie's bedroom. I showered leisurely, grabbed one of Joanie's thick towels and padded into the bedroom. Something on top of the burea caught my eye. It was a photograph of Joanie, naked, in the shower stall I had just vacated. I was thunderstruck. Her body was white where the bikini tan lines were, and the whiteness of these forbidden parts, her tits and loins, blazed obscenenly out of the picture. My dick pulsed and grew. I guessed that Joanie's husband, Jim, had taken the shock. Joanie expression in the photo was surprise, but not shock. Just mildly surprised. She was frozen in the act of washing her hair, arms raised, hands massaging her scalp. Her big breasts, nipples erect and huge to me, who'd never seen a true woman nude before, were lifted by the attitude of her arms. Her pubic hair, a thick thatch of black hair, stood out in sharp relief against the whitenes of her skin. I sat down on her bed and rubbed my dick through the towell, staring at the picture. I opened the wrap, and spit in my hand. I grabbed my dick and massaged the spit on the head, staring bugeyed at the photo of my girlfriend's mom. My dick felt huge to me, bigger and harder than it had ever felt. I began to increase pressure on it, whacking myself into a frenzy. "What the hell is going on here!" I looked up from the picture to see Joanie standing in the doorway, hands on the doorjamb, watching me with a slack jaw. she looked far more surprised in real life than she had in the snapshot. She had been down at the pool! She was wearing her bikini, and I saw a flush rise from her chest and blush her fine facial features. There I sat, stupidly clutching my erect dick in one hand, the picture of Joanie in the shower in my other. Joanie moved from the doorway to the bed and stood in front of me. "Well, I'm not going to ask you if you like that picture or not, because its plain to see you appreciate it." I tried to stammer an answer and wrap the towel around my hardness at the same time. Joanie moved closer to me and stepped on the end of the towel, trapping it. I couldn't pull enough to cover my erection and all I could do was look up at her. I offered her the picture, and she grabbed it from me and tossed it over her shoulder. "You've gotten a good look at me, now its my turn. Put you arms back and lean on them." She spoke evenly but forcefully. I was overcome with shame, at being caught in her bedroom with a picture of her I had found by searching through her things, and then the worst, masterbating to it on her own bed. I did what I was told. My head was spinning as she looked at my dick throbbing. She stood in her bikini, her naked thighs rubbing silkily against the inside of my knees, spreading my legs, with her hands on her hips. "You like playing with that while looking at my picture?" She pointed a scarlet nailed finger at my twitching pecker. I could only mumble and nod my head up and down. She reached down a hand and dragged a fingernail lightly and slowly up my dick. When she reached the head she stopped, and wrapped her fingers around it. I was numb with fear and desire. "I think you should be punished for snooping around in my private things, don't you.?" I nodded yes as she gripped my cock. She held it without moving, then took a finger tip and rubbed lightly on the ridge under the head. I leaned back involutarily and groaned. " I also think you should be punished for the gall of sitting on my very own bed and playing with this", she gave my cock a sharp jerk, "and taking liberties of all sorts, don't you think so?" I would have confessed to anything to keep her from stopping the maddening sensation of her hand wrapped around my cock, just below the head, and her finger waggling over the most sensitive part. "Stand up", she ordered, releasing me and standing away from the bed. I stood, my head down, my arms at my side, abject, but my dick was standing proud and straight from my stomach. She waled over to the chest of drawers and pulled out ... a pair of handcuffs. "Turn around and put your arms up there", she pointed to the top of the posts of the four post bed. When I complied she came up behind me and slipped the pair of handcuffs around my wrists and to the posts, leaving me spread from the waist up. I heard her open a drawer, and shuffle its contents. Then I heard her approach me. "I think I can teach you some very valuable lessons today, about respecting people's property, and about giving women pleasure." On the last word I felt a sharp slap on my ass. This was followed by ten more even strokes. I pulled away from them, but could not escape. Then I felt Joanie's palm as she rubbed the areas of my buttocks that she had just tormented. My skin turned hot and responded to her touch like a dog responds to the touch of its owner. She moved to my side and I saw she had taken her bikini top off. Her breasts stood cantilevered from her body, crowned with huge nipples, their aurioles the size of silver dollars, the nipples corrugated with bumps, nipples standing erect and full. They had little holes at the tip, like little dicks. She stood beside me and looked up in my eyes. She held up her right hand and I saw she held a riding crop for my inspection. She raised her hand and drew the riding crop under my chin. Her left hand rubbed over her tits, grazing the nipples with the tips of her fingers. "You're just a little pervert, did you know that?" I didn't answer. She lowered the crop to my chest. She said, "You'd better answer me." She flicked the riding crop against my right nipple. She flicked it again, and again. Tears came to my eyes. "Come on", flick, "talk to Mommy."Flick. When she said the word "mommy" I groaned. My cock jumped towards my stomach. Joanie didn't miss this little exercise. She knelt on the bed, and walked on her knees until she was right in front of me. Sitting on her knees she was at eye level with me. She looked into my eyes and asked again, "You're just a little pervert, aren't you." She began to use the riding crop to bat my dick back and forth slowly. She tugged at her own nipple with the scarlet nails of her left hand. I had to answer, "Yes." Joanie took my cock in the palm of her left hand. She gave my nuts a flick of the riding crop in her right hand. I jumped. She said, "You're a little pervert who likes to jack off to pictures of Mommy. Isn't that right." She rubbed my balls with the end of the crop. When I didn't answer straight away she snapped the crop against my balls once more. "Yes, ohh yes, I'm a pervert." Joanie moved her left hand up and down my cock, touching me so lightly I strained to push against her. She whispered, "Yes, little pervert, and what did Mommy catch you doing?" "You caught me masterbating." She moved closer to me and began rubbing her huge erect nipples against my chest. She said, "Tell me again and call me Mommy." She let the riding crop drop to the bed, unwrapped her fingers from my cock and held my head in her hands. She looked me straight in the eye and said in a steady tone, "Come on, pervert, tell me what I caught you doing." I paused, then said, "You caught me jacking off to your picture, Mommy." She closed her eyes and shuddered. She leaned way from me, pinching and twisting the nut brown nipples of her pendulous breasts. She reopened her eyes and said, "You won't tell anyone about us, will you, little pervert?" "No, maam." "No, what?" She was stroking me again, hunched over, looking at my bulging cock. In my short life I had never been so full and hard. I felt like my whole body had a hard-on. I said it, "Never, Mommy, I won't tell anybody." "Good", she said and dropped my meat like a hot potato. She took a couple of steps back from me on her knees. She stood up on the bed, put her hands on her hips and looked down at me. "Now for your lesson", she said, and bringing her hands flat down her sides to her hips she shucked the bikini bottom off. She lifted one foot, then the other, stepping out of them, and in the proces, stepping back to me, cuffed to the bedposts, until my face was buried in her tan brown belly. I smelled her, still warm from the sun, and felt like I'd drunk a six pack of Old English. She turned around, and now my nose was level with the top of her butt crack. She said, "Have you ever eaten a girl out, little pervert? Well, you're going to eat me out now, starting with my ass. Think you'll like that?' "Yes Mommy, I love to eat girls out. Please let me eat you." "I think I will." She bent at the waist, her large ass suddenly pushing against my face. She grabbed her cheeks with her hand and spread them. I stared at her obscene asshole, which she pulsed, popping it out at me like a sea anenome. "Stick out your tongue, come on, lick Mommy, she really needs it, come on little pervert, lick your Mommy." I did as I was told. She doubled over, on all fours, and her ass and pussy were finally at the same level as my mouth. I opened my mouth and began to lick her thighs, the creases where her legs met her hip, and finally her ass crack, netted with thick black hairs. I ran my tongue up and down her crack, and she rocked back and forth, placing different parts of her behind over my lapping tongue. Joanie lifted a bit and I moved my tongue over her asshole, circilng it in broad swipes. "Mmm, that's it, lick my asshole. I want you to stick your pervert tongue up my ass." I would have walked down Main Street as naked as a jaybird if she had told me. I was insane with lust. I pointed my tongue and jabbed it at her puckered anus. She pushed against me, and as my saliva lubricated her hole, I felt my tongue enter her, a quarter of an inch at a thrust. Joanie relaxed her asshole and I felt the tunnel of her anus sliding and engulfing my tongue. She was fucking my face now, pulling away and bashing back in, and my tongue slid all the way in her ass each time she pushed back. "Oh yeah, fuck my ass, boy, fuck me good with your pointy little, tongue, you pervert. Make Mommy come all over your face. Oh oh". I guess she came again. She pushed one last time against my tongue and stopped, leaving my tongue up her. Her ass spasmed around my tongue. I could barely breath and I felt my eyes roll up into my head. I had known grownups did nasty things, but I had no idea why until then. I was having a brain rush orgasm as Joanie twitched her ass muscles around my tongue. She finally fell on the bed, twisting over so she lay on her back. "Good little pervert, you did that pretty well, considering what a bad angle you had to work from. Maybe next time I'll sit on your face. That would be nice, wouldn't it little pervert?" "Yes, Mommy". I was a fast learner. She scooted a little closer to me on the bed. "Poor little pervert, I've cum twice and you just hangin' around, waiting for Mommy to take care of you. Do you want Mommy to make you cum? Did I ever. "Yes Mommy, please let me cum." Joanie wiggled around on the bed like she was scratching an itch she couldn't reach. She was unbelievably sexy to my fifteen year old over heated brain. She sat up a little, leaning on her elbows. She brought her left foot dragging up my right leg, describing circles to my thigh, then insinuated her toes along the inside of my upper thigh. She ran the top of her high arch under my balls, applying a light easy pressure. "Poor little pervert nutsack. Look at how your little pecker jumps when Mommy puts her foot on it." Joanie pulled her foot back and then ran the white sole flat up the length of my cock. I was shivering. This felt so nasty. No back seat jack off with some dumb freshman girl even came close. My girlfriend's unbelievable dirty mom was running her narrow, perfectly proportioned foot up and down my bouncing tumid dick. She spread her toes, white in between where the sun never reached, and pressed under the head of my cock, and caught me between her big toe and the middle one. She masterbated me with one foot and brought her other foot up under my balls. She used the big toe of that foot to probe my ass and rub the sensitive space between my balls and asshole. "Come on, little pervy, shoot for Mommy, shoot your cum all over Mommy's toes. You're such a dirty little boy, Mommy wants to see you come on me." It was irresistable, finallly. It felt so good I wished it would never end. But when she sandwiched my cock between the soles of her feet and massaged me using an increasingly rapid rhythm, I could hold back no longer. I arched my back and let fly. My cock shot three globs of spunk in a high arch, landing on Joanies shelf-like breasts. Using some of my cum as a lubricant, Joanie rubbed her feet all over my dick and nuts, coaxing four more spurts in decreasing strength and amount of jism. I had never cum like that before, didn't even know it was possible. Before I had merely ejaculated, but this time had been the combination of shame, shame at being caught, shame at being so aroused before my girlfriend's mother, the shame of my helplessness, and shame at my enthusiastic response to her debaucherie brought me to my first orgasm. I slumped, hanging by the handcuffs, limp. Joanie got back up on her knees. She took hold of my head lifted it and guided it to her tits, where the bulk of my thick cum sat in puddles. One string hung off her nipple. She said, "Clean Mommy's tits, be a good boy now, lick your cum off Mommy's tits." I had been dying to kiss Joanie's breasts since I'd first seen her. They had given me a boner the first time I'd seen her in her lounging around by the pool in her bikini. Now she was inviting me to kiss them all over, but with a catch. I'd been through a lot, grown a lot that afternoon, but this was counter to all I'd ever understood about sex and manhood. She brought my head firmly towards her breasts and I opened my mouth. I fought the strong reaction to gag as my mouth surrounded her nipple, covered with my slime. It tasted a little like the ammonia that my mom used to clean the bathroom, a little like the chlorine in Joanie's swimming pool. As I washed Joanie's nipple clean of my cum, I realized that this wasn't so bad after all. None of it was. I was Joanie's little pervert slutboy, and I was lucky she'd let me tongue-fuck her asshole earlier and doubly lucky now as I formed my tongue into a tube and began to suck on her tit like I'd seen Linda Lovelace do to a dick in that eight millimeter porno movie Richie Murphy stole from his dad. "MMM, nice. But your missing some over here, cum- licker." I wanted her to call me every filthy name in the book. I wanted her to tell me to do nasty things some more. I left her nipple and washed the rest of her chest clean of spunk I was fifteen, young and eager, with my girlfriend's forty year old mothers perfect silky titflesh splashed with my spume under my tongue. I was getting hard again. Joanie felt my dick poking her in the belly, and ran her finger tips over it. She took a finger and rubbed the peehole on the head of my cock. I was still slimey down there, and her hands drove me wild. "I think I'm clean enough for now. You didn't take long to get nasty again, did you, little pervert. Did it excite your little dicky to clean your cum off Mommy's tits?" "Yes, Mommy." "Yes what?" "Yes mommy, my dick is really hard. Its hard for you, Mommy. Its always hard for you." "You know, you're going to be a good little boy for Mommy. I think I can let you down for a while." She jumped off the bed and went behind me to the bureau. She came up behind me, reached up, and unlocked the hand cuffs. I rubbed my wrists. Joanie hugged me from behind, pressing her tits against my back, reaching around me and handling my dick with both hands. I felt proud of my dick, tall and hard, and proud that a mature beautiful woman like Joanie would stoop to teach a slug teenage boy like me. Joanie pushed me onto the bed and said, "Roll over, my little slutboy." I did. She straddled me, and waddled up my body on her knees. She leaned her tits in my face, and jiggled them back and forth. She sat on my cock and ground her cunt against it. She stuck her butt out so she could rub the underside of my prick against her clit. Her breathing was strong, puffing out of her nostril like a dragon's steam "Oh yeah, uh, know what I like, huh, I like using your cock to get me off, huh huh huh. I like rubbing my old hairy pussy on your slimey hard dick, huh, your teenage stiffy, huh." She did like it. She was dragging her hairy cunt in long strokes over my boner. She pushed down, and I could feel her cuntlips spreading. he was soaking my dick in her juices. She sat straight up on me, and used her fingers to spread her cuntlips as wide as they would go. I looked down and saw my cock head pressed flat against my stomach, disappearing and reappearing in Joanie's bush as she rubbed back and forth. "Tell me, pervert, did you, huh, ever fuck Vicky, huh, did you ever put this thing in my daughter?" "No, Mommy, she wouldn't let me." I was panting now, too. "I didn't think so. Well, today's your lucky day, slutboy, cuz Mommy's gonna pop your cherry." I didn't care whether I'd screwed some little bitches in the back seat of some one else's car, Joanie was right, I was a virgin, compared to her. She could take me to sexual heights I hadn't found in the panties of immature little girls or in the pages of my girlie magazines. She said, "I'm gonna fuck you like a cowgirl, and your never gonna forget it." She twirled around, facing my feet, and grabbed my dick. She pointed it at herself, raised up and impaled herself on me in one stroke. My dick felt like it was engulfed by an oven. Joanie's vagina was super hot, and super slick, as I found out when she started bouncing up and down an me. My cock slipped in and out her pussy making obscene slurps with every stroke. She was incredibly tight for a mother of four kids. On the outstrokes she clenched her cunt muscles tightly around me. I felt I was being milked. Every muscle in my body was tensing in anticipation of my cum. My thighs were like bars of iron as she bounced on me so fast it was driving my teenaged brain to the brink of insanity. I was getting close, almost there, I was groaning and panting. Joanie, the sexual expert, intuited when I was right on the brink and jumped off me. She kneeled next to my hips, grabbed my aching dick and started jacking me off in deft quick movements. "Cum for Mommy again, show Mommy how you like to fuck and suck, you dirty filthy little boy." I didn't need the encouragement, I bucked my hips off the bed in time to her fist flying on my cock. She placed her face over the head of my cock, opened her mouth and ran her tongue around and around the head of it. I started to cum and she pointed my dick into her mouth. I sprayed her tongue with more of my boyseed. Three spurts this time, and I fell back on the bed, exhausted in body and mind. Joanie crawled up the bed until her face hovered over mine. She took my face in her hands, lowered her mouth and we tongue kissed, our saliva and my cum mingling in our mouths. We lay there for about half an hour, our arms wrapped around each other, then Joanie slowly raised herself on an elbow. She idly ran the end of her index finger over my lips, down my chin, down my neck, a couple of times around my nipples, around my navel, and then to my boy cock. She ran her finger tip along its length, watching it hop and begin to grow again. She said, "You better get out of here before you get caught again, you delicious litle slutboy." As I left, the towel wrapped around my waist, my dick hard again, Joanie said one last thing to me. "As long as your little dickie is hard for me you can come and play." I looked at her, stretched out on her side, her breast still gleaming from our play, her delectable toes that I wanted to lick like popcicles, her black bush, her thick pink pussylips, and I knew. Whatever it took to get back here, I would do, no matter how humiliating.