I was m****ted by an older woman when I was 14yo and I liked it.

When I was a kid I would have to cut grass during the summer school break to earn spending money. At our house there were no allowances handed out for me and my brother. Most of the lawns I cut were down the street or around the corner from my house. There was one lady, Mrs. Marks that lived about two miles from where I lived. To this day I can't remember how it came for me to cut her lawn. The only reason I cut her lawn was the fact she had her own mower and I didn't have to bring mine. Either my dad took me to her house or she would come and pick me up. Sometimes my Dad would have to work on Saturday.

Mrs. Marks husband was killed in the war she said and that she wanted to keep the house up as best as she could at least for a while. Not only did I cut the grass but I also trimmed bushes and raked the leaves in the fall. Mrs. Marks told me she had a big job and wanted to know if I wanted to do it? She had a brick home and on one side of the house, Ivy had all but covered the side of the house. She said she would pay me well if I wanted the job and I said sure for the extra money that she offered.

Pulling the Ivy away was simple. it was the residue that was left behind on the bricks that made the job suck. The Ivy left behind a sticky residue on the bricks that had to be removed. Mid summer and I'm pulling the long vines off the house. I'm covered in sweat and this dust and pollen that I had stirred up when I pulled the vines away.

Now by this time I had been to Mrs. Marks house for most of the summer almost every other weekend, sometimes more if she wanted extra yard work done. She was always the touchy feely person, always running her hand through my hair or touching me in some manner. At first it was weird but then I just got used to it. Sometimes she would bring out a wet towel and wipe the sweat off my face and neck. Like I said, it was a bit strange but actually I began to like it.

The day I removed the Ivy it was hot as hell and the humidity was brutal. Mrs. Marks brought me drinks and toweled me off so many times that day. The Ivy was covered in dust and pollen and it just covered me as I pulled the vines away from the bricks. When I was done a few hours later in looked like I had been down a chimney.

Mrs. Marks saw me and stripped off my nasty t-shirt out in the yard. She said no towel was going to get the grime off me, I needed a shower. Before I could say anything she was guiding me into the house and towards the bathroom
nearby. I was instructed to strip and hand my dirty clothes to her to wash. Hiding behind the door I handed my cut off jeans and my underwear and socks.

The shower was great, it was nice to wash off the funk from those long vines. When I was done with my shower of course I had no clothes to put on. I just dried off a little bit and put the seat down on the toilet and waited for Mrs. Marks to bring me my clothes.

Suddenly she came through the door, didn't bother to knock. Thankfully I had the towel wrapped around my waist when she came in. She smiled and took another towel to dry my hair that was still dripping wet. She took a comb that was on the sink and started to comb my hair. Then she had ne stand up with my back towards her so she could dry off my back also.

I was trying to hold the towel as best as I could but it slipped a bit and I knew she saw my behind. She started to laugh saying my butt wasn't the first one she had seen. Then she turned me to face her and I honestly don't know what happened? She was just staring into my eyes and for a moment and then I felt the towel being pulled out of my hand. I wanted to do something, grab the towel back or maybe just run! I couldn't do either, I was just frozen.

Mrs. Marks just looked at my cock and smiled. Without saying a word she just took it in her warm hand. When you are 14yo it doesn't take much to get it worked up. It's been so long to remember what was going through my mind at that very moment. I think I was too scared to say anything, but I'm not sure? I think she asked me if I had a girlfriend and I shook my head no. She asked me if I had masturbated and I'm not sure if I even knew what that was. But I knew one thing in the morning sometimes it would so hard it would be against my stomach. Then I remembered I made myself cum once, but I didn't tell her.

She was asking me other questions, but I no longer remember. At some point my cock began to grow a little and Mrs. Marks made a comment about it. She put her left hand around my sack and squeezed a little bit, that's when I felt that tingle and the blood seemed to rush between my legs. My cock began to grow rapidly and Mrs. Marks slowly moved her hand back and forth. I had never felt such pleasure, not even sure what was taking place. All I know when I was fully erect I loved the feeling of it.

Mrs. Marks began to slide her hand back and forth along my shaft and I felt almost dizzy. Suddenly she stopped for a moment and the fear came racing back. I wanted the towel that was at my feet but Mrs. Marks still held my engorged cock in her hand. She reached behind her with the other hand to the sink, a pump bottle was there. She squirted some of the lotion onto my cock, it was cold and I jumped. She said to be still, it would be ok. When her hand and lotion combined slid down my length I knew something was going to happen. I remember I didn't want to see what was going to happen in a few moments.

She fisted my cock rapidly, and I came within a few seconds. I remember hearing my voice, my eyes shut tightly as I felt the hot fluid shooting out of my cock. I think I heard her say it was good to cum, but I'm not sure? Her hand just kept working back and forth as more of the milky fluid came out. Suddenly the motion of her hand felt different than it had a moment ago. It was too sensitive to be touched anymore, and I pulled away from her grasp.

When I opened my eyes Mrs. Marks was seated on the toilet as I had been earlier. She was holding her hand with her palm upwards just a bit. My cum was in her hand and partially up her arm. She was smiling at me and with her other hand she reached out to take mine in hers. I remember she asked me if I felt good, I think I just nodded my head in response. She said we could do this again if we kept it a secret between us.

I never said a word to anybody and by the end of summer I was having sex with her. It really messed me up in my head because that's all I could think about. When I was home and in my bed at night I was masturbating thinking about the things we did in her bed. I would even dream about her and the next morning I would have a mess to clean up. By the end of the following summer Mrs. Marks told me she was moving away to be closer to her family in another State.

I felt betrayed by her, hell I was in love with her. How could she do this to me? The day she was moving I rode my bike over to her house as they loaded up the big moving truck. There were several adults milling about with boxes and furniture. I watched as they loaded the last of her furnishings and closed the large doors and drove away. Mrs. Marks and another couple stood in front of the house talking for a few minutes before they left as well.

It took me quite a while to get over her. I fantasized and masturbated almost every night thinking about her. I got my first girlfriend about a year later and that seemed to help some. But to this very day I can still see Mrs. Marks in sharp detail whenever I do think about her. She really messed me up, and what she did was wrong. I always wondered if she did those things to another kid like myself after she moved away?

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by Anonymous on Feb 4, 2018 at 1:44 AM

You seem to have been uncommonly dozy for a 14 year old, not knowing what masturbation was.

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