To Be 16 Again

When I was in the tenth grade my mother hired Lisa to help her with the house. Lisa got the extra bedroom and we shared the upstairs bathroom. Because Lisa came to live with us I got this lecture about my behavior. For instance, pick up my dirty clothes and put them in the hamper, don't leave my underwear on the floor.

Lisa was 33, she came from a broken home, she had a high school degree and liked to read romance novels. She kept up pretty well and the truth was she picked up my dirty clothes and made up my room. It took a shock surprise to learn that Lisa knew everything, she knew about the Hustler under my mattress and knew that I masturbated a lot. Sheets and underwear told it all.

She came to my room one afternoon after school to put my clothes in my dresser and she made the comment that I was becoming a man. She told me that if I needed someone to talk to she was their to listen. To make this short she offered to let me see a 'real' woman and she slowly took off her clothes. One piece at a time, until she stood completely nude in front of me, massaging one breast while rubbing a finger in her slit with the other hand.

There was no way I could hide the boner that popped up. She came to my chair where I was sitting, knelt and undid my belt unzipped my pants and took my erection in her hand and mouth. She undressed me, shoes off, pants and underwear off, shirt off, naked in my sox. She took me by my dick and pulled me to my bed, laid back and held her arms out and took me between her legs. I didn't last long, once my dick was in I came. All she said was 'good boy', with practice I would learn how to last longer.

She dressed slowly, she reached for the Hustler under my mattress and said I didn't need that any more, no more wet underwear, stains on the sheets, from now on I was 'her' man.