When I was 14 my best friend's father, a high-school math teach, cheated on his wife with one of his students. This all came to light when the visibly pregnant 17 year old girl showed up on his door step one day to announce the upcoming birth. Needless to say, this led to a hasty separation which left Nancy (not her real name) alone to raise 2 children.

I used to come over daily after school to work on my homework with my friend, play outside, and generally mooch as many snacks as I could. One summer afternoon I showed up to find my friend away at basketball practice. Nancy invited me in to wait, served me KoolAid and cookies, and sat and watched TV with me.

It was early afternoon, so the daily soaps were still on and a lively erotic scene started, which made me uncomfortable (a hot chick in a baby doll making out with a muscled leading man....) and I shifted several times in my seat on the couch as I tried to adjust my hardening cock through my shorts. After a couple not so discrete adjustments Nancy reached over and tugged my shorts hard, which made me jump. She just smiled and went back to watching the couple make out.

I sat there for a minute more before I realized she had turned sideways and was looking at me. I turned to her to ask what was wrong when she leaned in, kissing me full on the mouth. While this wasn't my first kiss, I certainly wasn't prepared for my best friend's hot thirty-something mother to lay one on. Nor was I prepared when she pushed me back, stripped my shorts down to my knees, and took my cock into her mouth.

I wish I could say I was 9" and lasted all afternoon, but the truth is at 14 I had 5" from root to tip and since this was my first time with something other than my hand I lasted (if I'm generous) two minutes before exploding into her mouth.

This affair, if you can call it that, lasted one glorious summer. Come fall Nancy got a job eighty miles away and I didn't see her again until many years later. We made love many times as I waited for her son to come home from one sport or another and she taught me how to excite and fulfill a woman's needs, which came in very hand over the years.

Five years ago I visited her grave. Cancer took her at 62. I ran into her son, my old childhood friend, there and we chatted. There I was at 40 reminiscing with him about his mother - how nice she was to us growing up, almost a second mother to me. He broke in, smiled and told me he had known about us all these years. That his mother had taken the job and moved them away because she was getting too attached to me and didn't want to ruin my life or keep me from going away to college (which is what happened to the girl her husband had the affair with). He also told me how his mother had cried many times over the years thinking of the love she had abandoned. As we parted, he thanked me for being there for her and for not trying to continue the relationship or bringing it to light.

I'm married now and have grown children of my own. But I still think back on those lost days of summer and youth and wonder what my life might have been. I miss you Nancy.