First Time What If

I even lost a little weight. And mom even commented on that once, asking me if I was working out again. I didn't have the heart to tell her I wasn't. Or worse, tell her what I was doing instead. Though one day dad came home unexpectedly and found us doing that. To my surprise, he didn't kill me (or us) wasn't even mad. If anything, he just smiled though Teresa was embarrassed to tears. But that's another story, for another time. Yet though in a way, it was another first too. First time we got caught. Though it wouldn't be the last time either.

Weeks, and then months passed with Teresa and I enjoying life together. Though admittedly at this point I was (and had been) thinking about the two of us actually "doing it". We'd even discussed it briefly...talked about it at least. The good news was, she was thinking about it too, and admittedly was wondering what it would be like. I figured then, it was only a matter of time.

*And then the wheels came off*

I remember distinctly that it was a Saturday. I'd gone over to Teresa's house. Her mom was of course at work, though her brother and sister were still there. Unfortunately, as long as they were, we couldn't do anything but sit there and watch TV together. Hopefully, her brother and sister would get bored hanging around, or would eventually run off and do something with their friends. It was the best we could hope for. We couldn't even suggest the idea, not with Sara anyway. Even sitting, or just laying on Teresa's bed in her bedroom, doing nothing aside from a feel here and there, Sara would pop in and out of her room unannounced, uninvited, and unexpectedly. I swore it was her lot in life to either try and catch us doing something, or to keep us from doing it. And probably both. As long as Sara was hanging around, we didn't dare do anything. Nothing but talk usually, which wasn't so bad, unless Teresa was in one of those serious discussion moods. Which today...was one she happened to be in.

We were indeed laying on top of her bed together. I had managed one or two titty fondles, which Teresa allowed, or ignored either way, using that perhaps as a way of keeping my attention when she suddenly told me out of the clear blue sky, that her mother had asked her about us.

"What about us?" I responded back, suddenly forgetting all about the tits I'd been playing with.

"She asked me if we'd done anything."

"You're kidding me! And what did you say?"

"I can't lie to her Rick, you know that. So I told her."

"You told her? Told her what? What did you tell her?" I now asked worriedly. Already I could see her mom fuming, throwing her hands up in the air, yelling at her...planning on some way of killing me perhaps.

"Everything. I told her everything. She wanted to know, everything...all the details."

"Holy shit! Seriously? What happed then?"

"She was a little pissed at first," Teresa continued.

"No shit."

"But after she calmed down, she told me she was glad we hadn't, you know...done it."

For the first time, I was actually glad we hadn't. "And then what?"

"Well, we talked about things."

"Things?"

"Yeah, things...stuff, stuff we've done. Mom asked me if I had enjoyed it," I groaned, rolling my eyes, disbelief, panic, confusion suddenly clouding my thoughts though I continued listening. "I think she was a little jealous."

"Jealous? Seriously? Why?"

"Because she and dad never really were very affectionate, not like that. And there was, well...there was stuff he just wouldn't do. Not like we have anyway, so she was sort of jealous about that, asking me why I liked it, what it felt like."

"Oh my god!"

"Yeah, no shit," Teresa said with a bit of a blank look on her face, obviously recalling the details of their conversation. "I honestly thought she was going to come unglued, ground me, forbid me from ever seeing you again...but she didn't. Instead, we talked more about some of the stuff we had done, where, when..."

"Holy shit!" I said again, recalling all those times myself now, and now realizing, Darlene, Teresa's mom knew all about them as well. "So then what happened?" I pressed nervously, worriedly.

I knew from past discussions we'd had, what Teresa's plans and future goals were. Similar to my own in many ways, though her college education was pretty much taken care of, unlike my own. I have to give Darlene credit in one regard, now trying to make ends meet with little help and support from her ex-husband, though he did occasionally pay what he could. Darlene had still managed to set aside a little bit towards her children's education. But there was an obvious price that came along with that as I was about to find out. I too had hoped and planned to go to college after graduating myself. But it was also a fact that if I did, I'd have to rely on putting myself through school. As such, I knew that I couldn't afford to do so on a full time basis, so my plans were to take what courses I could afford, until such time as I could do otherwise. Obviously, it was going to take me a lot longer to do that, but there was really no other options for me at the time.

"She made me promise her something."

"Promise her what?" I asked already having a pretty good idea where all this was going.

"She made me promise, that no matter what it was we have been doing, that I wouldn't give you my virginity, or anyone for that matter, until my wedding night."

I knew then any hope I had of actually having sexual intercourse with Teresa had gone right out the window. "And what was the second promise?" I found myself asking, feeling let down and deflated.

"That I wouldn't get married until after I had graduated from college."

"Jesus Teresa, you didn't actually agree to that did you? I mean...what about...what about us?"

We had only really danced around the issue of the two of us actually one day getting married. There had been nothing concrete or specific with regards to that. Idle chat, testing the waters though we entertained the thought, never really taking it beyond that. Going to college after graduating was something we both planned on doing. Whatever happened during that, was something else entirely. But tying in Teresa's virginity to that, seemed totally absurd.

"What about us?" She responded back. "We've never really committed to one another regarding a future. We both agreed to take a 'wait and see' attitude about it, unless you've changed your mind," she said rolling over and away from me, letting me know as she did that, that her tits were suddenly off limits again. I gave up, sitting up.

"No, it's just that..."

"You want to fuck me is what," she said sounding angry now, upset. "I understand that, and don't think I haven't thought about it too Rick. But I promised mom, and that's that. She doesn't seem to be too terribly upset about the rest of it, though she doesn't exactly condone what we're doing either. But as long as we don't take things all the way, she's willing to accept it. Oh...and one more thing though. She wants to talk to you, one on one herself."

"Fuck!" I said already imagining the conversation we'd be having. With Teresa out of the picture, I was pretty sure our conversation wouldn't be nearly as congenial as the one Teresa had had with her mother. "When?"

"When's your next night off?"

I thought, "Um, Tuesday," I said going over the work schedule in my head.

"That's perfect then," Teresa told me. "I have to work myself until ten, but mom has the night off too. I'll tell her you'll be over then," she said still sounding a bit surely though at least smiling a little again.

Sara made one of her unannounced appearances shortly after that, and made it obvious she planned on hanging around, further interrupting our conversation. I decided the evening was a total loss at this point because of that, and decided to head home. Teresa didn't make any attempt to stop me either, so it was definitely time to leave. It also meant I probably wouldn't see much of her outside of school until the weekend. Graduation was only a few weeks away at this point, and we were both busy with projects we were working on in getting prepared for that. So even our time at school together would be limited.

"At least call me, and let me know how it went," she said at least kissing me at the door as I prepared to leave.

"If I still have a head left," I told her, to which she actually did laugh.

"Don't be so paranoid, or worried," she tried reassuring me. "Like I said, she wasn't that upset when I told her what we had been doing. In fact, I actually think she was actually a little aroused by it if you really want to know, especially since she kept asking me things about what it felt like, stuff like that. You know how it's been for her Rick, ever since she and dad divorced. She hasn't been out with anyone since then. So I know damn well she hasn't been having sex with anyone else. You know how she feels about divorce, in mom's way of thinking, which I think is ridiculous, she can't ever get married again."

"Yeah, that is a little silly," I freely admitted. "I'd certainly never condemn myself to a life of celibacy."

"Yeah, neither would I," Teresa winked, licking her lips, making me wonder if I should perhaps stick around for a little bit. But then she blew me another kiss and promptly closed the door.

**Bewildered, strange conversation**

I was nervous and apprehensive by the time I arrived that night, around seven o'clock as we'd agreed. Darlene met me at the door, and I was surprised to find she was wearing a robe as she invited me in, though I'd seen her wearing it before as she prepared to get ready for work. The thing was, she wasn't working tonight, so I found it odd. After coming in however, she immediately walked over and around the ironing board she had set up.

"Hope you don't mind, but I thought I'd do all my ironing while we chat. Can I get you something to drink?"

I took a seat on the couch next to her as she stood ironing. "No...no thanks, I'm good," I said steeling myself.

"Yeah, that's what Teresa said," Darlene said not even looking up from her ironing as she stood there pressing one of her work blouses.

"Did she just say what I thought she did?" I asked myself, though I didn't respond to that any further, remaining silent, fidgety, and again more nervous than ever if she had indeed said what she had, meaning it that way.

"So, can we speak frankly and honestly here?" She then asked. "It's not my intent to embarrass or make you uncomfortable, but I do think it's important that we understand one another totally and completely, don't you agree?"

"Yes mam," I said speaking formerly perhaps.

"Call me Darlene," she then corrected me. "We're both adults here, and obviously we're discussing adult topics, or will be anyway," she then added only now looking up at me, gathering my eyes in hers.

"Ok, Darlene..." I said sounding out her name perhaps for the first time really, though I could now feel the sweat starting to trickle down my neck into my shirt.

"Sure I can't get you anything to drink?" She asked. "I'd like one," she then said speaking more to herself than to me. "I know I probably shouldn't be offering, but...can I get you a beer? Would you mind getting me one?"

"Ah...sure," I said now changing my mind, standing up and heading into the kitchen to grab us a couple, returning a moment later with them. Darlene was just then reaching down into a nearby laundry basket retrieving yet again another blouse to be ironed. As she did, leaning over, the front of her robe billowed out, I stood there glancing down at her, still holding onto our beers as I easily saw one of her breasts quite clearly. It was now obvious to me, she didn't have anything on underneath it, though if she was totally naked was still a mystery. It was bad enough I had seen one of her tits, and quickly turned my eyes away. "Ah, here..." I said sitting her beer down on the end of the ironing board, retaking my seat, though by now at least she had straightened up again, beginning to iron the next blouse.

"Thanks," she said taking a quick sip, once again eying me. I took a drink myself, waiting. "So...I assume Teresa talked to you a little bit about what we discussed," she began finally.

"Some," I countered taking another sip.

"Told you about refraining from having intercourse with you...or anyone else until she's through with college?"

"Ah yeah, she mentioned that," I said once again feeling fidgety.

"Think you can live with that?" She asked as she stopped ironing, looking at me directly again.

"Do I really have a choice?" I countered feeling a bit bolder now, perhaps with the beers help, though I felt like I was cornered here to some degree, which may have added to that. Not to mention that I was oddly aroused, just a little, having accidentally gotten a pretty good look at one of Darlene's bare breasts.

"No, not really," she countered back. "Not if Teresa expects me to support her through college she doesn't."

She went back to ironing again, and I looked up watching her, waiting for the next comment. As she did however, I noticed that the gap in her robe seemed to have widened just a little as she continued ironing. I could now see just a small portion of one of her breasts, a bit of cleavage that was suddenly showing itself as she stood there moving the iron back and forth over her blouse.

"You know I don't necessarily condone what the two of you have been doing either, but I'm also not foolish enough to think I'll convince either one of you to refrain from doing any of that either. I know...I was your age once, so I've been there, done that. Made a few mistakes myself along the way. Frankly, I married one. Though don't get me wrong, I don't regret having the kids we had together, not for a moment. But we had sex way too early, which resulted in our getting married early, which of course is when Teresa came along."

I'd always known that Teresa's mom was young when she had her, right around eighteen or nineteen herself when she was born. Which accounted for the fact that Darlene didn't look anywhere's near her age either. Mature yes, but attractively so, which was becoming more and more apparent as she ironed. I was now catching glimpses of a well rounded portion of her left breast as it periodically made an appearance as her arm moved back and forth over the blouse she was ironing. She finished that one, hung it up, and leaned over to grab another. Sure enough, this time her entire boob fell out. She noticed it though, quickly adjusting things before standing up once again, new blouse in hand. Her robe once more, more appropriately gathered together. Obviously she had finally realized how close she was to unknowingly revealing her entire self. She went back to ironing as I sipped on my drink. Once more waiting on her as she continued.

"Like I was saying...once you've partaken of the forbidden fruit, it's ludicrous to think that you won't be partaking of it again. Which is why I feel it's necessary to put my foot down on the issue of the two of you actually engaging in intercourse. At least if I stop that from happening, you won't be tempted in that way."

I opened my mouth, intending to speak, but thought better of it. Especially as I noticed her robe had seemingly parted all on its own again. Only this time, even more so than it had been. Now I was seeing the entire side of her left breast, as well as the gentle full under slope of it as she stood ironing. I knew I was only millimeters away from seeing an exposed nipple, and found myself holding my breath rather than speaking.

"How is it anyway?" She then asked, catching me off guard, taking me by surprise at her bold question.

"Ah...what? Sorry," I said in questioning. Wondering if I had heard her right.

"You know...oral sex with my daughter. Do you enjoy it with her? Do you enjoy doing that to her?" She boldly and frankly asked me flat out, once again just holding onto the iron looking directly at me. Though to make things worse perhaps, her left breast was now entirely exposed, nipple and all as it literally poked out through the opening of her robe, which had parted considerably, gaping almost completely open. "The reason I'm asking you that, and again speaking as one adult to another, is I'm trying to understand the fascination here, the temptation as it were. And if in the two of you engaging in an activity like that, that it will be good enough. Or will you grow tired of it, and demand more from her? More than what she's willing to give you, given the circumstances."

I was still staring at her exposed tit, forcing my eyes away from it, looking up into hers. Only then did she look down, realizing she was exposed, and nonchalantly tucking her boob back into her robe once again. But beyond that, she said nothing about it, nor apologize, or act embarrassed upon the discovery.

"Well?"

I could really feel the sweat now, not only down my back, but on my forehead too. "Yeah, I do. We do...we both do," I said stammering somewhat, more than a little flustered here for obvious reasons.

"Then explain it to me," she said taking a much larger pull on her beer before sitting it down again.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Remember, we're being adults, talking frankly with one another, so don't be so timid or shy. Hell Rick, you just saw my bare breast, so you must know I'm not exactly a prude, but I'll be the first to admit, I'm probably not as knowledgeable as my own daughter is in certain areas. All I'm trying to do here, is gain a better understanding of things. Frankly, oral sex...wasn't part of our marriage," she openly admitted. "In all the years that Michael and I were married, never once did he ever put his mouth on me, so I have no idea what that's even like."

"Holy shit, really?"

"Yes...really. And I only gave him a blowjob, I guess you call it, a handful of times. Not that he didn't like it, because he did. But he struggled with liking it for some damned reason, possibly because he knew I was expecting some sort of similar back from him, which like I said, he never did. So...again, I'm asking partially out of curiosity, yes. What's so special about it for one thing I suppose, but again...is it special enough that you think, or even that Teresa might think, it will be good enough without going on to anything else. And what about masturbation? I know she told me that the two of you enjoyed doing that for one another too. I just find it hard to accept that the two of you could also be content to just sit and masturbate one another without wanting to take everything further."

My head was swimming here. Almost too much frankness in a way, especially coming from Teresa's mother. And especially as she continued ironing again, and as her robe once again parted, her breast playing peek-a-boob with me once more.

"Now, like I was saying, and asking. There is a reason for my bluntness here with you. I really am trying to understand better here. So let's quit skirting around the issue, and be open and frank with one another...again like adults, ok?"

"Ok," I said softly, still feeling a bit shaken, totally off guard, confused...even frightened in a way, and admittedly aroused, which was making it even worse. Up until now, I hadn't really given much thought to just how attractive Teresa's mother really was. They had similar shaped and sized breasts, that much I had learned. Darlene's nipples seemed to be slightly larger in diameter, and perhaps slightly darker in color too. Teresa's were more of a dark tan, where as Darlene's were a slightly darker color, more like a chocolate, which had a very interesting appeal to them, especially as hard as her nipples obviously were, though I had in fact only really seen one of them.

"Good...I'm glad to hear you say that," she said finishing off her beer setting it off to one side. Though watching her as she turned, her robe now parted completely, the sash coming undone. I caught the briefest glimpse of a dark triangle of hair down between her legs, though she again caught her robe, reaching back, grabbing the tie, though only loosely wrapping it around itself once more before turning back towards me. "So as I was saying Rick, do you actually enjoy doing that to her? You know...actually licking her? Sticking your tongue inside my daughter's pussy? Or are you only doing that in an attempt to get her aroused, excited and thus wanting to do more with you than just that."

Now I truly was uncomfortable. And not because of this conversation we were obviously having either. I was hard as a fucking rock, and thus sitting here, with my prick now cramped and aching like hell, was making it even worse for me.

"No, I like doing it for her...to her," I finally managed to answer. "I like making her feel good."

"So she does enjoy it then."

"I think so yes...I mean, she does come."

Darlene raised her eyebrows at that one. "So you're saying she has an orgasm while you're doing that?"

"Yes."

She fell silent for a moment as though trying to visualize that, reaching over, hanging up another ironed blouse, once again bending over towards the basket to retrieve another. I couldn't help it, my eyes followed. Sure enough, the robe parting, billowing as she stood. Placing the wrinkled blouse on the board, though she appeared to still be thinking, not yet reaching for the iron. Her right breast this time fully exposed as she stood there.

"So you don't mind the way she tastes? That doesn't bother you? You don't find that repulsive or anything?"

I swallowed, swallowed hard, reached for my now empty beer.

"Why don't you grab us each another one," she said seeing me doing that. "And when you come back, I expect you to answer my question."

The problem was, the moment I stood up to do that, I knew I'd most likely embarrass myself. Good hell, I had a fucking hard on, and there was no way in hell she wasn't going to not see that. She held out her empty to me to throw away. I had no choice now, figuring that maybe if I moved fast enough, quickly enough, she wouldn't notice. I stood, grabbing my empty, and then hers, and then walking as quickly as I could back into the kitchen again, taking time to adjust myself as best as I could before grabbing two more beers for us. There were two more remaining, and somehow I knew before the night was over, we'd have gone through the entire six-pack. I took a deep breath, looked down checking myself. I was still obviously hard, and there was still a bit of a bulge, but at least it wasn't quite as noticeable as it had been the first time. I came back into the room, handing her, her beer. Her breast once more carefully tucked away. But I saw her eyes, took note of the fact that they immediately looked down in the direction of my crotch. "Holy fucking shit! She HAD seen!" I thought to myself, which she confirmed seconds later.

"Obviously you are aroused thinking about that," she began confirming my own suspicions. "I couldn't help but notice," she actually grinned just a little. "I can see and understand to some degree why you would be, and while admittedly I am too, just a little. It's hard not to be," She said chuckling at the unintended reference to my hard stiff cock. "Admittedly Rick, it has been a while for me obviously, as I'm sure you must know. I'm certainly no prude either, I'm just like everyone else in that regard as well. I have desires, fantasies, thoughts, just like everyone else. But I do what I can to control them, work through them, and with them. Do I masturbate? Certainly, I am after all only human...just like the two of you. And am I tempted from time to time? To go out, be with a man again? Of course I am. But I have learned to control those desires, put them off...and in some ways, ignore them."

"Glad you can," I said aloud, not really meaning to perhaps, but I did. "I sure as hell know I couldn't!"

Her eyes grew wide upon hearing that. Her smile taking on an almost sinister appearance as she nodded her head at me. "And that dear boy...is my point. I'm not sure I can trust you not trying to pressure Teresa into having sex with you eventually, even though she has herself promised me she wouldn't. But...you still haven't answered my other question either. So before we take this any further, I'd still like to hear what it is you have to say about the other."

On the one hand, I wanted to stand up and bolt out the door. On the other, I was eerily aroused at this point, strangely enough, finding this whole conversation bizarre yes, but erotically arousing too. I decided to remain, see what else was going to come out of this, and where this all was eventually headed. One thing was for sure, Teresa was going to get an earful when we next spoke again.

"Sweet. She tastes sweet. I like licking her pussy. I get as much pleasure in doing that for her, as I think she gets from my doing that to her."

It was at that very moment I decided to fight fire with fire. If it had been, or was Darlene's intent to throw me off, embarrass me, or chase me away, by trying to intimidate me, or scare me, she was about to find out otherwise. If anything, it was now time to turn the tables on her to some degree perhaps. Maybe now it was time to shock her, put her back onto the balls of her feet, get her to back off...accept things the way they were, and allow the two of us to make our own decisions. Though I was still pretty sure that sexual intercourse with Teresa was a long way off. Maybe not until she actually graduated...but a long ways off yet, yes.

**Things heat up, in more ways than one.**

"So you DO like doing it then. You're not just going through the motions, doing something just to get your own way with her."

"Yes, I like it. I enjoy going down on her, licking her pussy, especially sucking her clit."

Yeah, maybe it was more than I should have said, or what I should have been telling her, sharing with her, but like I said, this was becoming a war of sorts, in a way. Though I was now wondering, asking myself if I had gone too far, especially by the look on her face. The fact she too now had to be flustered became obvious as she bent over once more reaching into the rapidly dwindling pile of skirts and blouses in her laundry basket. One hand reaching, the other as I saw actually slipping down through the folds of her robe, somewhere between her legs though she had turned slightly, as though trying to conceal the fact. She brought up a black skirt to iron, only then realizing, she hadn't ironed the still wrinkled blouse she had placed there earlier as yet.

"Oh," she chuckled realizing her mistake, tossing the skirt back towards the basket. "I guess I'm getting ahead of myself here just a little now aren't I?" Her robe was completely open again. I could see the half moons of both breasts now threatening to spill out as she stood there beginning to iron the blouse. "She did tell me she enjoyed doing that to you too," Darlene now spoke. "So I suppose you probably do as well then. Just hard for me to imagine it I guess, never having felt that myself. Though like I said...the few times I sucked Michaels cock, I did enjoy it, found it arousing, so I guess knowing that much first hand, it doesn't surprise me that Teresa would too. And she did say, you are pretty well built. And by the looks of what I saw when you stood up, that much is clearly obvious. Michael wasn't all that big...smaller from most from what I've since learned, though his prick, and one other are the only two I have ever seen." She paused then looking at me. "No, I wasn't a virgin when Michael and I married if that's what you're wondering. Which is another reason I don't want Teresa making the same mistakes I did. And which is why the two of us are sitting here having this conversation so we can better understand one another, and where we're both coming from."

Darlene sat the iron off to one side, picked up her beer again, draining half of it. Looking at me.

"I don't think she's making a mistake being with me. And I certainly don't think I'm making any mistakes in wanting to be with her either," I finally commented, now drinking down almost as much beer as she had, waiting for her to respond back to that one. Which she did, but certainly not in the way I would have imagined.

"Ok, then help to convince me this isn't, that it won't be. And maybe I'll relax, lighten up just a little," she said once again taking me by surprise to some extent, hearing her backing off...retreating just a little. Maybe the idea of having this conversation wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. One thing was for sure, it had certainly been damn interesting.

She stepped around from the ironing board. And as she did, she completely undid the sash on her robe, letting it fall behind her. Her robe now completely parting, opening again, though she then helped in further revealing her entire self by putting her arms back behind her, still stepping forward until she stood no more than a foot away from me there on the couch.

"I want you to have a look, a good look. I'm pretty sure that Teresa and I share the same genes. We're built similarly alike, I know...because I've certainly seen my own daughter, so I do know. And so I am also equally sure that this is pretty much how she'll look like when she's my age. So I'm asking you Rick, will you still be content with that? If the two of you ever do get married? Will you be content to be with one woman the rest of your life, someone that most likely will look very similar to the way I look? Do you find me attractive? At my age? Will you still find Teresa attractive, at my age?" She asked standing there revealing herself fully and completely towards me. My mouth had gone dry, I couldn't find any spit, reaching for my beer, knocking it over. Luckily the bottle didn't break, but the contents were pouring all over the carpeting. I reached for it. "No! Leave it! Answer the question!"

If I thought I was prepared to fight this particular battle with her, I was wrong. I was definitely in retreat mode here. Unsure of what to say, or do for that matter. Almost frozen in place, in shock to some degree. But admittedly, looking at her, so brazenly standing as she was, demanding an answer, I finally gave her one.

"Yes!" You're both...both beautiful," I heard myself saying, meaning it perhaps...honestly. I could see Teresa looking like this in a few years. Very sexy, very attractive, very alluring. Darlene stood nodding her head at me, reaching around now, grabbing her sash, closing her robe, securing it.

"Show me your dick." She said.

"What?" I felt a river of sudden goose bumps race up and down my entire body. I became light headed as well, wondering if the beer I'd so quickly consumed hadn't added to the almost freaky atmosphere and situation I now found myself sitting in.

"Well for one thing. I know that the two of you will end up discussing part of this anyway. But I think that there are certain aspects of our discussion that best remain between the two of us, if you get my meaning."

I got it perfectly, though I still had no clue as to what the purpose of me showing her my dick was about.

"Ok, I get that...but why, why ah...fuck," I said actually saying the word, blushing upon realizing I had, though she didn't comment on that, so I stammered, and continued on. "Why is it that you want to see MY dick?" I finally blurted out.

"Two reasons," she said calmly enough. "I know if you do, then you won't dare run off and tell her about most of this, which I think should remain just between you and I. So by showing me your cock, it gives me assurance that you won't. Obviously, if you do...then I'd have some sort of reprisal against you for using any of this against me."

It made sense in a way...maybe, but even then, I wasn't at all comfortable by this strange twist of circumstance and reasoning. "And the other?" I found myself actually asking her, to which she smiled just a little, the seriousness in her face softening.

"Obviously, you're a bit bigger than either of the two men I've ever been with ever were. So I'm obviously just curious, curious to see, admittedly. But there's another reason behind that too, I want to reassure myself, that when and if the time does come, Teresa will be prepared to handle it. I may be inexperienced with a larger man's size, girth, length...that sort of thing. But I told you earlier, I do masturbate, and so I do have knowledge of what it takes to handle something considerably larger," she now told me. "So, since you've obviously seen me...only fair that I now see you, and put things back on an even keel between us."

I couldn't believe that I actually did it. But I suddenly found myself reaching down, unbuttoning my jeans, and unzipping my fly.

**And then it got even weirder**

I guess I should have known better. I was only asking for trouble here I suppose. But when you're eighteen, sitting there with a hard on, you're not thinking very clearly. I know now I certainly wasn't. It had been my intent, to unzip, fish it out, show her...and stick it back in again. Needless to say, that didn't happen.

"No!" She exclaimed the moment I made any movement in doing just that. "Not so fast, I want to see it, get a good look...same way you did with me," she said freezing me in place. "So...all the way, pants down around your ankles Rick, so I can look at you closely."

She then sat down next to me there on the couch, just looking at first, peering over at me. I honestly think I had my eyes closed, because I remember them flying open seconds later when I felt her hand suddenly wrap itself around me. I think in hindsight, I might have bolted from the seat, and perhaps should have. But with my jeans down around my ankles at the moment, I wouldn't have gone too far or very fast before falling over onto my face.

"Relax, like I told you...I just want to see, feel...get an idea," she said calmly enough, calming me, though my heart at this point was beating about a thousand miles an hour here. "You are pretty big. Certainly bigger than either Frank or Michael," she told me. "And definitely harder too," she added as she suddenly stroked her hand up and down my shaft. God help me...it felt good when she did that. And then suddenly her robe was open again. Her beautiful tits sitting there staring me in the face practically, though I now caught movement of her other hand as it disappeared down between her own legs. I sat there in a state of disbelief and shock. She was actually fingering herself, all the while still stroking me. Yeah, I still should have stood up, regardless of my pants down around my ankles and gotten the hell out of there. But I didn't...I couldn't. I was plain and simply mesmerized by what I was seeing, by what was happening. Teresa was the farthest thing from my mind at the moment.

Darlene was firmly stroking my cock now, up and down, squeezing the head, capturing the significant amount of pre-cum fuck juice that dribbled out of the tip. She then used that to further smear around the head of my dick, pleasuring it, pleasuring me. Thoughts racing away inside my head, knowing this was wrong, way wrong...but knowing even as I asked myself that, it was already too late. I could feel the delicious sensations of my impending release only seconds away now as her lovely delicate hand continued to manipulate my cock. Her own hand, still working her own slit, the sounds of her free flowing juices easily heard, along with my own. She worked my cock, making it squish, slick with her efforts, the tingling of my balls now tightening.

"Come with me," she then spoke. "Come for me...while I do," she gasped audibly, deeply, groaning now as this wail of pure unadulterated delight suddenly filled the air. Just as the semen from my cock began doing, as I spurted over, and over again. Fountains of my cream skyrocketing upwards from the head of my cock, landing everywhere, splashing against her, me...so much of it that it took us both by surprise. Only when she had fully and completely milked out every bit of my orgasmic release that she could, did she finally remove her hand. And then surprised me once more, as she began licking, and tasting her fingers. "Always wondered what that would taste like, now I know," she grinned, still licking sucking them off. "At least now I can understand better why Teresa doesn't mind doing this for you."

"Fuck...Teresa!" It was like getting punched in the face with a sledgehammer. "I...I...I need to get going," I stammered once again, this time standing up, grabbing my jeans, pulling them up as I did, stuffing my now very spent cock back inside them again as Darlene now stood as well, though not moving away from me. I felt her taking my hand in hers, lifting it.

"Not before you make me a promise," she said seriously.

"Ok, I promise!" I said not even knowing what I promising to do here when I said it. She laughed.

"I mean it," she said, lifting my hand with hers, now placing it on her bare breast, clasping it, holding it there, though I didn't dare take it away either. "Fuck...now I was touching her mother's tit no less!" I thought. "I know you and Teresa will talk about this...some of this anyway, but promise me that certain things we discussed and shared here will remain between us...for obvious reasons."

"I promise!" I blurted out again, shaking like a leaf now, starting to step back, though she held me firmly against her, her hand still over mine, still holding it against her breast as I felt her squeeze it, and thus forcing me to squeeze her tit in the process.

"And..."

"And?"

"Promise me something else too," she said holding me against her.

"What?" I said shaking, totally expecting Teresa to come walking in through the door any moment now, with my luck, even though she wouldn't be getting off work for at least another hour yet.

"Promise me that if you ever feel like you can't honor my request, Teresa's promise...that you'll come to me instead then."

"What?"

"You heard what I said. If what the two of you are doing, no longer is enough, if you can't avoid temptation, then come to me instead. You can fuck me, as often as you want, wherever you want...just not her!"

She let me go then, stepping back, as I did. As though two magnets now facing one another the wrong way.

"You're...you're serious?"

"Very," she said speaking so. "Or anything else for that matter too," she then added. "And it will remain just between us, I promise you that too," she added. "As long as you never fuck my daughter."

I stood there like one of those waggle dog dolls in the window of the car, just shaking my head, though my whole entire body was still shaking too as I left the house. She stood just inside the door, her robe still open as she called out to me one last time.

"Remember Rick, mum's the word."

Now where had I heard that one before?

*Anxiety in spades*

Needless to say I didn't sleep much that night. Tossing and turning in bed. I still couldn't believe what had happened, or why it had happened. Replaying it over and over in my mind, trying to sort it all out, reason it all out. Justify it where I could. In the end, I couldn't of course, all I could do was accept it, and vow to never let it happen again. Never put myself in a position where it could. But more importantly, never ever tell Teresa everything either. Sure, I knew we'd discuss what it was that her mother and I supposedly did talk about. But I was going to let it be very generic, hopefully keep it down to what I hoped was a very similar conversation she'd had with her, mostly about the two of us just not having intercourse. And hope I'd get away with that.

I was lucky enough at school too, normally picking her up to take her to school, she had gone in earlier to help out with the set decorations that were being made for graduation before school started. So it meant not seeing or being with her until lunchtime at least. Even then I was dreading the questions that would most certainly come.

We met outside her locker just as we always did. I smiled, kissing her, just like I always did, trying to maintain, keep it as natural as possible. Succeeding at it too, though she was anxious and excited to hear all the details. (Yeah right). "Come on...let's go out to your car," she said anxiously, excitedly...wanting to hear what it was we'd discussed.

"Ok, but I don't have as long today as I usually do either," I announced, which thankfully I didn't. As part of the choir, we had an early practice, and a long one, which we'd all agreed to do, giving up part of lunch in order to get started.​