How did I begin?  Smile…there was a time there were no cell phones and no internet (some of you might not be able to imagine that) and a single rotary-dial phone for the house.  Tv was being broadcast in color but there were only 13 channels and you were lucky to get five of them.  It seems today that most high school kids have practiced sex before high school.  I don’t know if that’s true but it just seems that way.  It wasn’t like that in “my time”.  Like many events in one’s life my beginning still remains very vivid to me so I will always relate my stories in present-tense…not only for the reader’s enjoyment but to prod my memory to so I may provide a vivid accounting.

Mine was a time I could go anywhere on my bike (meaning bicycle) without much concern of parents.  My buddies and I usually walked to school not because we didn’t have buses but because we liked to do it.  No we didn’t live 20 or 30 miles away…just about 10.  One “short-cut” was through a few acres of poisonous snake filled swampy land (that was an adventure that often prompted detention (meaning restricted to house chores with no tv and sometimes a serious whip-ass.)

My home town was in the suburbs but not like those of today where the next house is either through a wall or a couple of feet away.  Our suburbs were homes sitting on about ¾ an acre each.  My playground was the entire community however far me or my friends wanted to bike to.  Much like today few knew who lived blocks away.  The last couple summers I had been making some spending money by mowing others yards (my alternative at the time was working at Peoples as a “soda jerk”) for homes about 3 blocks out.

Mom had taken a message from someone that wanted me to work their yard.  I rode my bike over to the home that was 6 blocks away.  They had their own mower but the husbands work involved a lot of travel so he wasn’t home all the time. 

She’d pay me a little more than expected when I first did her yard, then started asking me to help her with other things she needed done for extra. I felt attracted to her although she would have been called a “fatty” at that time.  Maybe it was the hugs she’d give me when I left leaving no mistake that I liked feeling those soft but covered breasts against me.  It certainly created an issue in my pants that I worked hard to hide (and no…masturbation wasn’t taught in schools at that time or even discussed with the exception of “going blind”). 

Alice had called to ask if I could come over to take care of the dog one Saturday of course I agreed.   I was over after getting off getting home from school that Friday.  She hugged me when I entered then showed me where the house alarm was and how to use it ever so lightly touching a breast against me…but that was more than enough to make me uncomfortable in my pants.  She gave me a set of house keys and told me if I needed another place to study besides the library I could spend time there.  She also said she’d make some pudding and I could help myself to the fridge.   I told mom during breakfast that I’d be going to the library then meet up with a couple buddies to go to a movie.  No problem there except it was a lie…I wanted to spend the day at Alice’s.  It was a minor lie and I’d be safe so I didn’t see a problem with it.

The house was split level, that main being on street level and the back sloping.  They had in-ground pool and it was promising to be a hot day so I brought my trunks along with me.  The pool area was surrounded by a beautiful garden and one of those tall barricade fences was totally enclosed in the back and sides including the kitchen entry.  I rode over and put my bike outside the side kitchen and let Max – the largest yet most playful bear of a dog I’d ever seen out.  I needed to do the yard so began mowing the front then moved onto the back…it was nearly 10 when I finished.  I brushed myself and went to the fridge to see if she had made the pudding and there it was in a large bowl.  Her butterscotch was the best I ever tasted…sweet with a little salty trace.

I felt really grimy from the yard work and wanted to explore their house but I didn’t want to track yard stuff all over it. I decided that since I brought my trunks I’d grab a shower.  I stripped down like a j-bird there in the washer area off the kitchen and headed into the hall to the rest of the house passing what looked like a photo studio on the left and a bedroom on the right.  Another room on the left look like it might be some kind of office for her husband and a full bath on the right.  …a shared bath between two brs, and entry into the master bedroom. 

I looked into the master and was stunned at how striking everything was.  It was a canopy type at least king size but no canopy…just four huge twisting pillars…what really caught my attention was on the ceiling…it looked like a massive mirror embedded in it covering the entire bed – I had an immediate hard thinking of some of moms books I had sneaked to read.  There was an obviously large walk-in closet that I just glanced at and an equally lavish master bath.  This was where I was going to shower.

As I dried off I noticed something that seemed odd…a baggy sitting on top of the open hamper.  I picked it up and there was no mistaking that it held a large black bra – I could read the tag…46-DD…mom was only a 36-B!  My limp cock started to swell again.  Curiosity drove me to unseal it and I caught a strong scent of something I had never smelled – it wasn’t unpleasant just different.  The bra had been folded inside cup to inside cup and felt damp. I immediately wondered if she was a milker.   I pulled the cups open seeing stickiness between them.  I cupped one of the outside tips in the palm of my hand and it totally covered it.  I sniffed the inside cup wondering if the strange scent was milk, touched it with my tongue tasting a mix of sweet and saltiness.  Before I realized it I was licking the inside of the cup and sucking the trace imagining it was milk that had come from her – my poor cock was uncomfortable swollen!  Without a second thought I licked and sucked the other cup.  Out of my curiosity I pulled the bra on to try and imagine her in it.  Of course it was way too big around for me but just thinking how it must hold her breasts she really had to look stacked even being a larger woman!  I carefully refolded the bra and left a gap in the seal…thinking if there was some purpose in sealing it she just might think she hadn’t sealed it fully.  As I started to put it back I noticed another baggie.  It was a pair of big black panties and it had a different stronger scent.  It had been folded inside out with the crotch area folded together.  The center crotch area was very wet to the feel and as I unfolded it the scent again nothing like I had ever smelled caused my cock to pulse briefly.  I ran a finger through the wetness and it felt both silky and sticky I tasted it and it seemed salty with a trace of sweetness yet not unpleasant.  I remembered a couple of moms books I had sneaked to read describing a pussy as a honey pot with thick nectar…I needed to get a taste of what came from her.  I sucked the whole damp crotch into my mouth sucking…tasting a salty yet not salty sweetness.  Looking down at my cock it seemed to have swollen even more!  Needless to say more clear fluid gathered on my head and holding her panties gave me an idea.  I walked into the bedroom and in the second drawer I found what I was looking for…her panties neatly folded.  I took the silky top red one and folded it so the crotch was up wiping my clear fluid into it.  I looked at it imagining it to be the next panties she put on…with something of me dried where her pussy would be.  I held onto it and decided that since I was in a locked house and no one else would be coming in there was no sense to bother with my trunks…and being in their house naked was oddly exciting!

I went back to the dresser and began opening drawers just to see what was there. She had one just for garter belts and hose.  I pulled out one of the garter belts and pulled it around me…too big of course and did nothing to give me an idea of what she looked like.  Another drawer had a collection of straps I had no idea was for but I knew dildos as mom had a couple…and she had a lot of various sizes including double-heads. The image of her kissing another woman came to mind that only made me harder.  Another drawer was a wide collection of bras, some open cup, some shelves and of course all still too big. 

I walked into the skylight lit closet seeing a wall with an assortment of shoes and standing in a little alcove was one of those dress-making mannequins dressed is some kind of torso thing.  I walked closer and saw the breasts of the torso being held up so the breasts stood out. I reached out folding my hands on the featureless tips of the breasts surprised to feel them give away to my squeezing.  I noted that the whole mannequin was about Alice’s size and moved to hug it when I discovered it was on a platform and rolled out.  The thing was fully adjustable and I read the setting of the gear under one of the arms – 46DD! The torso thing was leather with a couple of straps running from the top of heavy cups over one shoulder and across to the other making it fit tight against the chest.  It had what seemed like bendable metal cups moon shaped to hold half the length of the breasts with straps that were buckled over making the free portions of the breasts look swollen.  I thought I would so love to see her in that instead of this thing.    There was another series of thick straps that went around the waist and top of the thighs.  As I turned it my pulse quickened seeing the buns pulled apart and bubble shaped – I gasped wondering what she looked like in those.  I went back to the front and moved up against it…the softness of the fake breasts felt pretty real.  I reached to grab the buns which seemed equally soft.  I had to wipe several times.  I pushed it back into its alcove

The rest of the closet was more closets within.  I opened the one nearest to the shoe wall and saw a collection of negligees.  Most felt silky soft and I wondered what they would feel like.  I pulled a powder-blue translucent one of the hanger and put it on.  It was roomy but where it touched my skin sent a pleasant feel through me and I realized my clear fluid gather on the soft material – I wasn’t going to worry about it…it would dry.  But I liked the feel so much I decided to wear it.

I was curious about the rest of the house…I had looked into her home studio and wanted to take a better look but I was also curious about downstairs and an area that had a large heavy glass wall that always had curtains drawn when I was there.  I went downstairs noting the cloths wash area, the rest of the area was walls and a green door which was deadbolt locked.  There was no doubt that anyone trying to break into this house from anywhere would have a tough time.

I went back upstairs.  There were two other bedrooms with a connecting bath and another room that looked like her husband’s work room, a desk and lots of books.  Her studio had a standard backdrop, several stools, lights, with pieces of not only her portrait work but scenic on the wall.  A closet had another deadbolt which I figured was her equipment. 

A small desk I walked over to pulling to wide top drawer out and felt a wild rush.  There staring me in the face was Alice standing in heels and that black thing on the mannequin and all I could stare at were those breasts!  There were other smaller photos of others on the cover.  The magazine was called “Select” and I decided I’d go in on their bed to look through it.  I pulled the covers down revealing green satiny sheets and laid on my belly to look through it.  I had never seen such a thing…nude photos of women, men and couples.  Four pages featured her – a close-up shot of her face and breasts showed the free area looked swollen with her dark large areolas looking puffy capped by thick and longish nipples!  Another shot showed her leaning back, legs spread with a closer shot of her pussy – my first time ever seeing one and it looked like a flower!  The next page showed her eyes looking into the camera – but her mouth was buried on a cock!  I rubbed the negligee feeling more fluid making it slick. The next page had a full photo of her – sitting on a stool with six men around her all with large swollen cocks!

I glanced at the clock and felt very disappointed…it was nearly the time I told mom I’d be home by.  Even more disappointed remembering Alice said they’d be back early tomorrow morning.  I wiped my head on the panties one more time then took the negligee off noting that a circle of dampness was around where my head had rubbed…I decided to just hang it back up expecting it to be dry.  The panties were also moist where I’d been wiping but expected they to be dry in a couple of hours – I folded it back and returned it to the drawer.  I then went to the kitchen porch, dressed into my soiled cloths and let Max in then locked up and headed home wondering if I’d get another time to spend even longer in their house.

…to the reader reading this, remember I had no idea how to masturbate yet, so I was feeling very frustrated!