This is another Coming of Age story. My first was "Rite of Passage." Both explore a young man's introduction to sex with mature women. Although that and this story are fiction, like all fiction there is a kernel of truth.
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In the queen sized bed, the two lovers lay entwined on top of the cream colored duvet. The early afternoon sun filtered through ivory colored chintz curtains softening the glare. A mid-summer breeze blew gently, causing them to flutter.
Joel Allen lay in the crook of her arm gently stroking her belly. Helen Crane, her back supported by soft down filled pillows, stroked Joel Allen's moist hair. The afterglow of their lovemaking suffused her body. Her milk filled tits had a satisfying soreness from her young lover sucking them. Equally satisfying was the squishiness of his cum in her pussy. He had filled her to overflowing with his youthful seed. She was not sure what she loved the most; the intensity and stamina of her young lover or the Niagara of sperm that he pumped into her.
It was wrong. She knew that. He was 18 and the son of her best friend. In addition, she was married, the mother of his best friend and soon to be college roommate. She could not count the times in the past six months she made the decision to break it off.
Though she intellectualized about the propriety of her sexual relationship with Joel, her pussy ruled. It loved the full feeling of his cock. She knew she should have made him use condoms. However, she lusted for the sensation of skin on skin. She craved the primal feel of sperm flooding her hole and splashing against her cervix.
Now she was carrying his...their...baby. Her other hand came up and caressed the life growing in her. From the first, she used no birth control. She accepted the risk. Looking back, she knew she actually embraced it. When her gynecologist confirmed what the over the counter pregnancy test said, there was no horror. There was a secret satisfaction that the intensity of their coupling produced the inevitable. The need to have his child, even his children, was so visceral she could not understand it. She just knew she had to do it.
Joel was little more than a child himself. Albeit, a child with an enormous cock and the stamina to drive her body to unimaginable orgasms. She accepted her pregnancy as a late life gift. Even her husband, ignorant of being a cuckold to the boy who mowed the grass, warmed to the idea
Her husband Claude, despite their early sexual explorations into wife swapping, tended to be conservative when she was pregnant. While enthused with the idea of having a baby, her pregnancy-swollen body put her husband Claude off. As she got larger, the sex became less frequent. It was the same when she carried their son years ago. He never said it. However, it had been weeks since he touched her. While his ardor cooled, her need grew.
It did not matter this time. This time she had Joel. He thought she was beautiful. He loved to lay his head on her belly, hear, and feel the movements of the baby. He reveled in suckling her tits. Sometimes he would suck her breasts until his mouth filled with her milk. Then he would kiss her and share her breast milk. In some ways that sharing was more erotic than the sharing his cum with him after he came in her mouth.
Joel loved her and loved the fact that she was carrying their baby. Her lust for him, she was not sure if it was love, caused her to risk the security that marriage gave her. She clung to her youthful lover, risking all.
Lately, the passion of their lovemaking increased. Her son, Johnny, was 19 but she could recall her insatiable need for sex late in that pregnancy. This time she had all the cock she needed. They were fucking 2-3 times a week.
"Maybe I should delay going to school until you have our baby."
"We've had this discussion, darling. You have to get your education. Besides, this is not my first baby."
"I know! I know!" There was an edge of exasperation in his voice. "But I feel like I'm abandoning you when you need me most."
"Joel," Helen said sternly, "I am 38 years old and you are 18. I should have been more careful."
Joel raised his head from the cradle of her arms. He looked into her eyes with that puppy dog look only young love engenders. "Are you sorry about...?" His hand indicated her belly.
With some difficulty, she turned on her side and took his face in her hands. "No, baby! Not at all!" She knew it was true as she said it. There was nothing she would not do for him.
He leaned over and kissed her, letting his tongue explore the curve of her lips. With a barely concealed devilish smile, he moved down, kissing first her chin, then the little pulse in her throat.
Helen grasped his head, trying to stop him. "No! Baby don't! You know my husband will be home shortly."
Ignoring her pleas and her hands ineffectually pulling his head, Joel planted kisses on her belly, starting with the curve just below her milk filled breasts, across the rise of her baby bump and down the other side. He ended by French kissing her cum filled pussy.
She writhed under his touch. Despite her protest, she loved how he took charge of her. There were probably things she would deny him. She just did not know what they were. Physically and emotionally, she had surrendered to him. Like a woman half her age, she came again, her body quivering in passion.
"Oh Joel please, don't! You know how...! Oh my god!"
Helen's body thrashed under his show of affection. She shuddered as waves of orgasmic ecstasy washed over her body. She loved the kinkiness of him licking his cum from her pussy. She and her husband rarely had oral sex at all.
"You always taste so good after we make love."
Playfully, Helen reached down, pulling his head away from her still spasming hole. He lay with his chin on her pubic thatch, smiling up at her.
"Up Mister! You are not going to entice me into more lovemaking."
Joel laughed and rolled to his back next to her. Helen struggled to her knees. She crawled the length of his body and straddled him, her belly resting against his hairless chest.
"I'm corrupting you," she laughed wagging a finger in his face, "six months ago you were an inexperienced virgin. Now you know all the debauched things that satisfy this old broad."
"You're not old. You are the same age as my mother."
Helen sat up, placed her hands on her hips, and smiled down at her youthful lover. She WAS old enough to be his mother. She and his mother were the same age. Although she and June were pregnant at the same time, Johnny was premature and was 2 months older than Joel was.
When he was a baby, she changed his diapers, fed him and babysat him. She even breastfed him a few times. Now she was having sex with him. She smiled broadened. And I'm back to breastfeeding him.
Because of the way the school enrolment year went, Johnny started school before Joel. He was in his freshman year at State. Joel would join him in September.
With some difficulty, she swung her leg over his body and sat on the edge of the bed. She was 22 weeks pregnant. The doctor said the pregnancy was proceeding normally. However, she was 38 years old and that presented challenges.
Her doctor had additional testing done to insure the viability of the fetus. Part of that testing was DNA. She sighed as she looked at her young lover. She needed to talk to his mother. Things were going to get very complicated.
"Come on sweetie. You need to go."
Joel swung his legs around and bounded out of bed, his large semi hard cock swinging freely
. Oh, to be that young and agile again, she thought
as she extended her hand for him to help her up.
Joel pulled her to her feet. As she stood, he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Hmm," he said teasing, "I'm going to need longer arms."
